Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2013
between the marrow
of your bones,

in the depth of
your shoulder blades,

beneath the ligaments
of your heavy hands,

maybe even underneath
the corneas of your seas,

you have to be in there somewhere.

the you that i used to know.
oh me oh my
Written by
oh me oh my
Please log in to view and add comments on poems