Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Suitecase Suite #15


I am a broken vessel 
that can not 
hold
the water of
your 
e
m
o
t
i
o
n
s
.

I am a bird of clay
without wings
without voice.
Your sound 
awakens
vice.
Black 
is the cloud
that envelopes me.
Cold is the air I breathe.

I am a broken vessel 
that can not 
hold
the depth of
your 
e
m
o
t
i
o
n
s



Tu m'

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