Torn Hem…

I taste your smile
devour all laughter –
Whilst balancing my faith on a thimble full of absolution.
I have been misplaced somewhere
between desire and aspirations.
Past intimacies,
half wedged open doors.
There is no one home to answer my call:
Will you?

Torn hem
Jagged indecision’s.
Sleepless scribbles
occupied with outlandish past times.
Always in the back of my mind
the feeling that anything could happen
– yet –
somehow, it never quite does.


Poppy July 2013 ~xx~


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