3.03.2013

Ending

You built a bomb inside my chest.
I let you build it, piece by piece; I welcomed it.
My heart had never beat so strong, so fast.

I never dreamed that once it was complete
you'd look into my eyes

And detonate.

1 comment:

  1. wasn't there once a poem about cooking on this website? Didn't you once have three contributors?

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