Insperation: insomnia

by Devon lansdown   Feb 9, 2009


The eyes twinkle need as lost as each lone star in the night.
The heart yearns for comfort found in anothers arms.
The hands feel for others that it has yet to meet with a touch.
The mouth calls for one yet draws another to its lips.
let the chill of winter morning shiver the body.
as the body has forbade the mind.
Punishment for denieing the heart
And as may a single rose blossem in life,
it is in death that We mourn its beauty, a beautiful end, but a memory in the mind of its once unworthy follower.
and in death it is lead to a path of eternal love within their heart.
Love which the body so long ago denied life.
Love which she so long ago denied herself.

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