Tick tock clock

Love sick musings

My hand betrays me

speaking only of lost love

your love

our love

emotional purgatory

minutes pass as hours

days as weeks

The great wall of Trina

has fallen

My being smolders for

the sound of

my name across

your lips

Reviews

[Bean]

Yes, the betrayal is the fact that is all I can seemingly write about... even when I try not to
And my name is Trina, and I am refering to my great wall of emotional unavailability that I had up.

[JC]

short, heart wrenching emotion--a couple things i was wondering ;my hand betrays me, speaking only of lost love-is this relation to you writing lost love? and great wall of trina, what is that? just my curiosity and ignorance.