If there is a room inside of me
with your name written on it
the language it is written in is…
… not in words but in the way your hands create shivers down my spine.
It is dark —
where every single touch cannot be recognized.
where every single act cannot be judged.
It has one window —
where light passes through the blinds.
where light does not touch our skins.
It has nothing but a bed with black lace tapestries and red bed sheets —
where nothing is right.
where nothing is wrong.
Overall, there is nothing there…
but an empty promise.
and a broken heart.
Yours Alone, written on 06/21/2012
QUOTE SRC: The Feather Room by Anis Mojgani