Thursday, May 26, 2011

Still--written in March, 2011


My window is open,
the air is cool.

The sun it's shining.
The clouds envelop it.

My heart still beating,
is fast and steady.

My heart, still bleeding,
is sore and stabbed.

My soul still loving,
is tied tight with pain.

Yet the pain is pleasant,
while my heart still beats,

and the tears dry quickly,
with every steady breath.


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