Monday, June 11, 2012

INVERTED SPRUCE JUN 11.12 .10.49 PM

I have a typing pad
A truth which has the prowess to touch every heart and brain




My heart asks
why the bullshit big words are used for nothin around


I stop a while
see if I am really using what I have said


My heart interrupts again
Do you feel I am damn fool with you


I take a deep breath


and see
if you are 
some where
in the infinite some cosmos


that I can scan


at the sweet wish of mine


time and space stops 
at the touch of my finger


but I really asks my self


where is my heart. 



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