Soul Whirling Somewhere
Unhittable
The cold hands I used to know are goneAnd the tingling uncomfort I used to savorWas lost a long time agoAll the innocence of inexperience and discoveryHas flattened out into stale familiaritySometimes, when I remember the beauty of newnessThe face then unmarred by bitterness and instabilityI sink into the pool of blissful sighs and choke myself to deathKnowing that, sometimes, strangeness can never be recaptured
From Letras Mania