My dying heart I can't stop clutching.
My crying eyes I can't stop rubbing.
My life is breaking and can't be put back together.
Can't I hold onto the one piece of my life I love.
Decaying within my own secrets and guilt.
4/8/09
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...