Feb 2013
My Valentine
(in flames)
buried between old wounds
I'm bleeding through your hands
The haunted embrace of modest thievery
A 'Au Revoir'
Built to make ghosts...
(in flames)
buried between old wounds
I'm bleeding through your hands
The haunted embrace of modest thievery
A 'Au Revoir'
Built to make ghosts...
another poem assembled from collaging words from a magazine together. Helps me feel expressive when I cannot always find the words.
