Monday, November 26, 2007

Rebuild

This fevered brow seems to be the resting place
for all the nightmares that you have unleashed.
What would I have to do now to erase
the memory of you plunging into my wretched
heart, a blunt dagger called betrayal.
Give me back my trust, at the very least, give me denial.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Interesting to know.