segunda-feira, 21 de maio de 2012

The leak

What does it mean when love leaks from your eyes?
When you cannot hold it together?

What does it mean when hoping to being
equals fear of scattering?

When you have to step back
in order to move forward
even though both sound
like nothing but wordplay?

And then your legs start shaking
as you feel the fall drawing near
indeed breaking apart
is just a matter of time.

And you keep marching
all the same.
As the leaking liquid
brims over with pain
and falls onto your life.




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