"my heart shatters again like a repeatedly broken vase-its more glue than vase.
The bitter exhausted loneliness again descends as i realise tonight this room isn't gonna be 'ours'.
I sit staring at the long offline Skype list that used to be my friends...the abyss stares back,
My life all i can remember is one long torture without ends or clemency,
As John Donne said in my last signature, my love has been killed in its infancy"
-by me
The bitter exhausted loneliness again descends as i realise tonight this room isn't gonna be 'ours'.
I sit staring at the long offline Skype list that used to be my friends...the abyss stares back,
My life all i can remember is one long torture without ends or clemency,
As John Donne said in my last signature, my love has been killed in its infancy"
-by me
i write a lot of poetry as catharsis actually i should start posting them
