"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Saturday, June 9, 2012

This Girl I Know.

Cherry blossoms
touching pale ice--
this mark is
for a girl I know.
I didn't deserve
forgiveness
but you gave it
anyways.
You hide behind
meek
cardboard walls
but I know
the cast iron frame
behind it.
I watch the frame
begin to buckle--
my heart breaks
for you, but I promise
the pain only lasts
as long as you let it.

2 comments:

  1. you are a young master...keep writing and rocking miss

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  2. Good stuff JB. Like the descriptions.

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