untitled 04A Story by michelle-entenduMy heart beats to your footsteps, echoing your coming and going. There’s a fatal disconnect in my chest, you could take me down with one wrong move. I didn’t ask for this, sometimes the wrong questions become answers. Look at your hands, stained and dirty. They’re useless in this mess but I’m just wasting breath. I taste oceans when I wake, to be safe I’ll stay asleep until the tides disappear. I’ll find my answers, I’ll find my rhythym. © 2011 michelle-entendu |
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Added on March 6, 2011 Last Updated on March 6, 2011 Author
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