Inane Rambling and Idle Thoughts

The Boundaries Of The Heart

"looking upon her ruby red lips
was like a bittersweet release
{an effulgent ride into
my own oblivion}"

"every stolen kiss
every kind word
stung
{a thousand small needles
piercing thin skin"

"she was the worst kind of addiction
because i didn't care that i was hooked
and maybe
{definitely}
she knew"