The moon is worn out tonight
Tired of metaphors,
Tired of running from poem
to poem
Rushing to and frow
Circling every
last
word.
For one he's a peacemaker
Having fire for eyes
And -
For the other -
He's actually a woman
Ice cold and solid stone.
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
The moon is worn out tonight
Tired of metaphors,
Tired of running from poem
to poem
Rushing to and frow
Circling every
last
word.
For one he's a peacemaker
Having fire for eyes
And -
For the other -
He's actually a woman
Ice cold and solid stone.
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