Saturday, May 24, 2014

Love amongst strangers.

Where we feel,
Deep down there is a knot,
One tangled thought.
And then there is this longing,
One that eviscerates,
All that is me.
Lost in circumstance,
Love amongst strangers.
Love changes not,
But in love there be love,
Oh how to portion my heart.
Pieces I could make,
And not lose it all.

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