Monday 9 September 2013

And I'm Just A Teenage Dirtbag,Baby.

Her little nose is tinted red,
the dramatically smudged lines of black,
blend and flow with the parallels of salty tears.
The rain intensifies,weighing upon the heavy silence.
I begin to slowly sigh,but give up midway.
Reprimanding what's done only worsens worlds.
Now,she's on the phone,verbalizing her sorrows,
And I'm way too torn down in the battle of ambivalence,
Admiration intertwining it's slender limbs with dismissal.
A phantom heartbreak leaves me too broken,
The very same fear boils and stirs,implodes.
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