The Architecture Of Emotion
Beliefs about life, love & everything in between. Poetry, photography & other musings.
Monday, March 8, 2010
I Remember December
Playing Russian roulette with my heart
& my finger trembles on the trigger
He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited
Shallow breath
trembling
The taste of him still on my lips
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