Monday, February 7, 2011

white and blue.

in one ear
and out the other
up, down, too
far afraid before
it's stopped
caught
dropped and
bought
for a price too
low
for something
she'll never
know
the capacity
of
or depth of
the trails
she's walked
and all but
forgot the
blood that flows
drips
when i pour
you out
yet i can't
live without
me on
you.

1 comment:

  1. I like your poetry. I love how poetry expresses so vividly in a few words our complex feelings.
    I hope you keep expressing yourself this way-very meaningful.

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