feathers flying on rainy days.

blast from the past. January 21, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jeannelle @ 10:36 pm

Your lips are tainted. With words I’ll never utter. Your ears have a hunger. An unhealthy desire. I can assure you I won’t feed you, I have no response to the three words you have muttered. Your eyes are sincere but only for a moment. For you don’t understand the power. of what you express. Your guilty conscious sees nothing more than a mere three words. And yet you still have a hunger, an unhealthy desire.

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