CRACKED FIRST

Not only golden but seldom misquoted.
Dear friend,

               REF: I GIVE UP
I'm poor at this trend,
Dear friend.
I have swallowed my little pride,
Spoken first,for I thirst to hear from you.

I dreamt of us together separately,
I was in a perfume bottle somewhere in your leather purse.
Tapping the glass hoping to see the sun,
I knew you couldn't hear me,how golden of you.

For long I suffocated,
Not sure if it was caused by the over-pleasant scent of the empty bottle or by the words congested in my chest?

I shatter the prison now,listen to the glass diperse into smithereens,
Insert your busy palm into this purse and let the pieces (this piece) cut your thumb,
Pull it back and kiss the cut,taste the blood.

My heartfelt emotions have been transmitted into your silent system,
Now speak,let me hear your unquoted voice.

I have read enough of your statii,
Write to me,open your heart and tell me two things;

Why you keep quiet for so long?
A.N.D
Why I feel like your beyond my reach?

              R.S.V.P; I GIVE IN

The cold peace is over.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL