Infinite Jest

Read the Printed Word!

I stroke your silken skin,

Kiss you goodbye your eyes just pierce me through.

I am bleeding with blood I’d give to you to be the way we were.

I still feel the pain in my heart,

Thoughts once pure are now diluted.

I love the way your hair hangs over your eyes

Crush me with your stare.

If I could fly to you I would to be the way we were.

I still feel the pain in my heart.

 

I would like them all.