1. 14:03 22nd Feb 2012

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    Tags: poetrypoemspilled inkcreative writingoriginal contentpersonallovefree verse

    Digging

    I find myself tunnelling
    back on myself.
    Funnelling compressed feelings
    into cramped spaces.
    Delving into the past,
    and scratching to
    the depths.
    Throwing over my shoulder
    the dirt of today.
    When I find you…
    I shall have a filthy face,
    shredded flesh for fingers.
    But you will know:
    I drilled to the other side
    of the earth to find you.
    (And I would do it again,
    to feel your fresh cut grass
    graze on my cheek.)    

     
    1. poems-and-lyrics reblogged this from accidentalmessup
    2. jambu2525 said: this just reminded me of the french and english meeting in the middle of the channel. hopefully, champagne awaits you just the same. ;)
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