Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Sentenced to Life

Words don't form right.
the Paper
stays empty.
My hands,
will they never
cease their shaking?

Yet another scar
on an already wounded heart.

It's so deep.
But not one drop
of that red thing.

Some wounds bleed invisibly.

The liquids have dried up.
So much, that
my eyes
with the salt.

Don't ever let anyone
talk you into falling in love
with them.

Wish I could say,
But that ain't in my destiny, either.

The Universe says - Not NOW.
How much more fortunate can I get?