Sunday, March 6, 2011

The Savage Garden



Haunting me, tormenting me

Broken relationships


Suicide attempts


Lost in this garden


Of thorns


She comes to me


A ghost that dances


Alone in the


Pale moonlight


Her smile cures


My wounds


Her touch makes


My heart feel


So much


Together we dance


In the garden of thorns


Like ghosts in the pale


Moon light

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