random poetry
May 22, 2003
A work of art
a piece of my collection
one more to hang on the wall
to put under glass
pin you to another page
still writhing and alive
maybe
someday
i could let you go if i wanted to
see you without breaking my heart
i could lie to myself
and i do
A work of art
a piece of my collection
one more to hang on the wall
to put under glass
pin you to another page
still writhing and alive
maybe
someday
i could let you go if i wanted to
see you without breaking my heart
i could lie to myself
and i do