When in love, I shit gravel...

Nothing.
Nothing!

Can make me cry again.

The things you said,
The things you in pluralis did,
Took it out once and for all.

This hollow space, the chamber where my heart used to live,
is now filled up with gravel...

And if I should feel the sensation of love again,

No.
No.

There is no use talking about the impossible.




Poetry by Leif H T Strand
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Written on 2006-09-04 at 10:45

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Amanda K
that's true.you've got a point.

Keep it up,
Amanda
2006-09-21