Thursday, January 20, 2011

Guilty of being a heart...

On a hot afternoon, 
A heart freezes to death,
Drown in it's own trench,
Guilty beats, underneath...

Artistic crystals down on the cheek,
Dreams freeze inside,
Guilty for healing wounds,
Wounds penetrating inside...

Never say a good-bye,
Bye is never good,
Had it been so good,
Why would you say bye...

A healed wound,
Guilty of being healed,
Betraying the open flesh of love...

On a hot afternoon,
A heartbeat drown to life,
Guilty of betraying a Good-bye...