Butterfingers

Sep 07, 2007 08:02

I keep dropping things.
Butter-fingers,
everything seems to slip away.
Don't cry over spilt milk,
or so they say...
but if I buck up,
and keep on trucking,
the shards of what fell
still cut to the bone
regardless of the fact
that I'm not looking down.

poetry

Previous post Next post
Up