A weak heart takes it's place
Right here behind my face
Apprehensive of finding new pain
Too afraid of hurting itself again
Says it's getting too cold in its slot
So had to run here fraught
Don't ask me now what's taken its place
Not everything always shows in the face.
[4:27 pm,
5th Nov,2005]
2 comments:
yes i can see u have not writen this now. the style is different. u seem more vulnerable.
it's a beautiful poem. i never said that, did I?
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