Tuesday, March 29, 2011

'Why does it beat so fast?' You ask.
That's just the sound of blood rushing to the wound
'Why do you breath so deeply?'
I want to take in every breath as if it's my last.

Bringing my body into question
Is your way of asking, 'How are you?'
If you want it, well let's then.
Just remember it's not for one, but two.

If I rub you the wrong way,
Please don't bite the hand that loves you.
And should your ridge fray,
No hand will be bit, no order obeyed.

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