questions of a heart
the heart is shaken loose, from the gristle
that the organ had grown quite used to
abuse of the time, having lost for you
what you thought was mine, was it meant to be?
there were thoughts that were wrong to find
memories rather lost than not
fraught with peril for love with cost
grind the gears before the motion is lost
before that turning clock has rung
rust has broken that yet unsung
Posted by :\_khet on December 28th, 2006 in Generation of a Dead Beat, personal afflictions, q for Quale..., the MUSe sICk. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.