words from the soul
Saturday, 8 June 2013
To Rest
I am tired
But wired
My heart's
on fire
To rest
Is best
But for my
Heaving chest
Her face
Her hair
Is everywhere
And i can't sleep
In such a glare
I rest the best
Against
Her breast
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