Tuesday, November 16, 2004


Wishing it had a half-life
Instead of burning inside of me, a never-ending fire
Tearing me up with no outlet
Now unsure of myself; so out of control
Always on a knife's edge
Leaning against it to keep the pain fresh
Scarring will never form and never heal
Beautiful in the beginning
when sharing was a star forming from the heat
bursting, explosive and transforming
Worlds form so far from each other
Orbits that never touch from the uncertainty
And it's all so precious this tortuous solidification of the elements

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