Wednesday, March 16, 2016


I hold your heart in my hands

and burn them with your rage

I never know what I've done wrong

there's a part of me that never understands

that the disdain of love grows strong

as we come to close to engage

the fire that invites your abandoning mystery

while I know you live to do this to me

Content (c) 2008-2016 Philip Milito.

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