I'm to busy to be bother with lamp lights
letters for turning in to someone, someplace
to tired to bother with heart shaped paper
color red and bruises that keep good stories clean
there were moments when I realize
a petrified child still hid in the woods
in what ever hand made box
there were photographs memories never in line
I don't or want, i cant remember
part of it was never meant to be a,
security contact list
to make my handwriting, enough to be read
it doesn't matter what falls what matters is what stays
so backward glances half of nothing
yet is something
not quite giving
but the process of loss is unforgiving
Yay, you've been keeping up with the blog! I wish it would let me know when someone writes :(
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Yay, you've been keeping up with the blog! I wish it would let me know when someone writes :(
ReplyDeleteHow did this poem come about? What is the significance of Milk? Can't wait to discuss!
I title it milk because I was thinking of how that color matched the poem in my mind. there's no special significance to the word milk
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