Inhale the yawning frost
let it gather and collect
beside your sleepy heart
drowsy from neglect.
Rest your ghostly frame,
hush her muddled drawl.
You say you're feeling numb
but I know you feel it all.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
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Spot on. Absolutely beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWow. I love this.
ReplyDeleteOooo...your sleepy heart, drowsy from neglect.
ReplyDeleteLOVE and adore the victorian-ish, romantic feel
of your blog.
Just... so good.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Keep rereading.. so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteVery nice :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written! I have just stumbled across your blog and looking forward to following your journey...You are an artist of words. Lovely!
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