Softspoken Rebel

July 8, 2009
Your skin
the shade of almonds
is my addiction
one that cannot be beaten out of my system
My heart only beats faster when you surround me

Your eyes
ink black or chocolate brown in the dark
Haunt my past to guide the future
Jubilation always hidden behind your walls of

drawn expressions and relentless stares

And I cant breathe for it
a taste so tasteless
but so tasteful
In a flawless living work of art

And I dont know what I could have done
to deserve it

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