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Sunday, January 20, 2008

Emotional turmoil.

Emotional Turmoil
The night times knows me best
When dark and cold…
Like my emotions at late
The gentle moon caresses my face
And my tears…
Are like scattered pearls of dew
With flames licking within my heart
That leaves me in a emotional turmoil
With flames that burn my soul
The expression on my face is cold
My inner thoughts are dark
When the pearls of dew turns hard
My heart dies…
And leave me
Within this emotional turmoil
I do not hate… I just don’t feel
The gentle caress of the moon upon my face
I am dead within my soul
My soul of good turned bad
Without you my mate of soul
And nothing seems to matter
As I turn around and walk away
And the moonlights caress is gone
And the scattered pearls of dew
Becomes another lonely teardrop Of gold.

Tinka Boukes

writtern @5:11 PM