it doesn't end... <br />that wanting to breathe <br />where you breathe <br />and fluttered wings <br />only remind me of your lips. <br /> <br />light, on or off <br />does nothing <br />to stop these hypocritical moths <br />from visiting. <br />circumstance and events <br />come and go <br />hazes in clarity and darkness <br />switching effortlessly.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-42/
