Friday, June 4, 2010

Misguided, Misplaced...Erased

When you meet that special someone,
You long to hear your name,
Your name upon their lips,
Your words upon their tongue,
Rising from the subterrane of their mouth,
The salt of your tears,
Mingled with the musk of flesh, of life...
And, ultimately, the innocence of First Love.

You never think they'll walk away.

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