Sunday, December 15, 2013

the hood's heart

My deepest fear is of you my dear no matter how near, your sweet voice on my ear, your laughter my tear. My world simply a sphere devoid of why we're here to steer, into the night.

I'm afraid of drowning in you, my heart like a spear in the deer which you veer to the pier on this, the new year.

And still I feel impetuous, I just can't help it, to climb the castle walls, to find you, high born lady of quality.

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