Jan 2014
Your heart is an empty semi-circle
Half-filled by wet sand bags
Jagged edges because I am concrete
and concrete does not leave smoothly.
Concrete cracks but cannot slip between your fingers.
Half-filled by wet sand bags
Jagged edges because I am concrete
and concrete does not leave smoothly.
Concrete cracks but cannot slip between your fingers.
She is green, you are bitter, and I am grey.
Written about Z.
Written about Z.
