Tuesday, March 13, 2012

You were on my mind
Your skin and my skin were the same
You filled my heart until it was easier to feel yours beat than it was to hear my own
I thought you had opened the door to my soul and taken a sledge hammer to morality, safety, sanity and bravery.

But that door does not exist.

You can not penetrate something that does not belong in this world.

And here I sit, like I always have, in a room with no door
Becoming acquainted with the treasures laid up

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