Shattered Love
By Linrose
Taste the salt of my tears burning their way to my chin; Watch them fall in a cascade of fear onto my trembling bosom; Feel my pulse race beneath your thumbs ~ As you gently stroke my inner wrists; Hear my thoughts, racked with pain ~ As I listen to your crafted words; Reach into my aching heart and find your poison and love as one; Touch my soul, with your own ~ Recall the depth of feeling from which we vowed never to run; Lift me, broken at your feet, Kiss me tenderly, if you can ~ Pretend, there's still meaning. Written May 13th, 1994 © on Sep 30 2001 09:18 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Taste the salt of my tears..."