Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Loneliness

A short poem if it could be called a poem

With its pointed beak

Loneliness at its peak

Sharply cuts wounds on me
Yet, to it, still
Grains of tears I spill

I love loneliness
For, in the bleeding pain
Those pricky wounds drain

I feel memories, warm and sweet
Of your endless lovely tweet!

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