did you notice my head
always tilts to the side?
as if I were a doll
with no structure, no spine?
and do you see
that my eyes do not?
do you hear how, inside me,
everything rots?
you say that you do,
yet still hold this hand,
and tell me that pearls
were born from rough sand.
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Bodhirose said,
July 16, 2011 at 12:26 pm
Sounds like true love…
gossamercy said,
July 16, 2011 at 11:31 pm
haha, perhaps it is, although we can’t really ever get married. I guess we can grow old in tandem though
Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe said,
October 21, 2011 at 7:16 pm
precious sentiments.