Sunday, November 6, 2011

Consumed.

Like a murderer's guilt,
Like a dirty secret,
Like a sore wound.

You linger on,
Inside of me,
All of me.

And I want to be,
need to be,
consumed by you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

some times life starts taking lot from us and thats the time we should stop, take a break and than begin