Beauty is purification & intensity gives determination
grip grasp stereo blasting thoughts burning torchlike touch lightly and wince glance entranced ah all this as her voice low and soft, almost as soft as she speaks almost as soft as her voice is as soft as mine as shy as I am, she is all this as her sadness leaks out across pavement telling me of her husband her divorce papers her marriage at seventeen I want to hold her hand she sits in her car miles between us our first meeting she drives away I could watch her leave for hours and never fully understand all the emotions that race through me stereo blast rampant she glances back at me skinny puppy blaring noises, thumping, back beats and confusion
pain dull thud again & again left tortured wrists hurt brain aches heart stains starts ticking time aches
