Tuesday, 14 April 2015

Smear


Lick words off the lips
That always say too much
Know that a conversation
Could be ended by a touch

One action could last forever
The dimensions of a moment, soft
When dissected in such a manner
That finds all the meaning lost

Open arms to demented tongues
Trapped in a fierce abrasion
Embrace the serpent sent
To seek division in the equation

Multiple minds that constantly find
A means for which to battle
To stand apart from cold-hearted ones
And take a back seat in their struggle


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