Thursday, November 14, 2013

Twisted

Felt like
I spoke to the past
A faded
Jaded
Memory

Somedays
I wish I could just wake up,
Make a phone call.
Convince
Wait,
Then spend a night in demonic ecstasy.

To Dream
To Feel
I miss Feeling.
But I know it's only weeks away.

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