Tuesday, 29 June 2010

he had me at hello

Confused loveI thought it was love
as my spine tingled tangled
at your finger touch
yet you walked on by and brushed
red lips that had once kissed mine

I stared back at her
a patch plastered on the crack
that would bring you back
but you never called again
to see why I hugged you tight


Random Word: Patch


your face a death mask
as the breast is ripped apart
to make cancer late
you get on with the party
but I wait for the knocked door