Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Cowardly Love

Rain clings to my arms
Broken droplets of pain
Not cleansing to soul
Glass bottle shatters
My skin is stained
Water in my hair
Draining to earth
My vomit does not
Hear my heart break?
Was it Jealousy, lusting
She knows which
In what order
The puzzle has no pieces
I put them together
She does not know
She knows the secret
The obvious downfall
My cowards death
With out speaking

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