Sunday, September 27, 2009

poet

she watched the words fall out of her head/and land on his chest as he lay in his bed/ she hoped they'd melt and slide off his skin/ she prayed they wouldn't make their way in/ to his heart.

1 comment:

  1. I'll never know if they made their way into your heart; your heart was closed to me so soon after you had invited me in. Some things are just regrettable. Nothing else, just regrettable.

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