Friday, February 4, 2011

The Life Of A Tear.

I traveled a long road
Through my land and abroad
I’ve touched this skin
Clear from sin
I felt the rage
And knew the age
I read the desire
Her cheeks were on fire
I walked the road
I cracked the code
By the end of my journey
I reached the curve of her chin
It was supposed to be wrinkled by a grin
I fell on the floor
Touched her cheeks no more
I felt her pain
Once again,
I lay on the ground
Dead.

NM.5.2.2011

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