A thick of fog seemed to compass my mind
as my flesh shrank.
Murmuring faces waited, my body shivered.
Sad eyes fallen from the blue accused me.
His imperfections are perfect.
Yes, maybe... I don't love you.Maybe.
My heart's blood froze.I remebered my sin,.
Yes, I would make more one mistake
If I could drink your milky skin.

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. The pain of being told you are not loved, yet still wanting to love when not wanted is the hardest. The pain is not letting go, rather going after what you cannot have. You lock yourself in time, going nowhere. Rather accept the release and move forward, to greater seas, more depths of love to discover. tc