Weeping in the night
It's the sound of hearts being
Drawn
On paper
Bloody little clumps of
Waste
They'll know you by the look on your
Soul
Broken little
Child
We're just one more heart on the paper
Like everyone else
Hoping the sun remembers how to
Rise
Tomorrow
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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oh! and posted one day before my birthday!
I always enjoy the raw emotions in your poetry... more than pretty - real, deep, sometimes harsh... always moving. Thank you!
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