... a little drip from my brain....
Nights
She hangs from her bed posts
In strategic positions
As to avoid repition
Of aches long past.
Days
Are getting longer now
And she kicks around these thoughts
LIke a tin can
In the street.
Years
Have made her as vunerable as the soles of her feet
She treds strongly
But she knows how to retreat
To safer ground.
She hangs from her bed posts
In strategic positions
As to avoid repition
Of aches long past.
Days
Are getting longer now
And she kicks around these thoughts
LIke a tin can
In the street.
Years
Have made her as vunerable as the soles of her feet
She treds strongly
But she knows how to retreat
To safer ground.