Such is the fate
of each and every word
that refuses tonight
to come out of my head;
(as if my arms slithered up my nostrils
and pulped them to death)
laid to rest in a watery grave
stretching from your eyes to your ears.
And then we slept in deathly silence
half loved, half betrayed.
© October 2, 2007 Dan Husain
4 comments:
you are definitely one of those.
And what of the morning after?
I am very glad I found you. You write beautifully.
Must read your entire collection today. :)
im amazed by your writtings...applausable!!!!
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