My soul is in such pain that I often wonder….
If I slit my wrists
Instead of blood
Would shards of my broken heart fall out?
Posted in all alone, when will it all end, tagged blood, broken heart, poetry on October 26, 2008| Leave a Comment »
My soul is in such pain that I often wonder….
If I slit my wrists
Instead of blood
Would shards of my broken heart fall out?
Posted in all alone, tagged broken heart, poetry, rain, tears on October 24, 2008| Leave a Comment »
“Where does the rain come from?”, she asked so innocently.
I could tell her of the Cumulonimbus clouds,
I could tell her of pollution and chemicals,
I could tell her of the ways of nature and rebirth,
Or I could tell her the ways of a broken heart.
“I do not know”, I say
“But my cheeks are always wet.”