today is friday and i bleed
holding fast unto you
intertwined in your memory
all the crazy stories
you and I
have written together
we blunder and crush each fragment
with arrogance and self-conceit
now where are we?
what are we left with?
but only remnants of shattered glass
what used to be us
our legacy
is dush and ashes now
it makes me yearn
and i bleed
holding fast unto you
this combination of opposites is something i have been thinging on lately..(read my last myspace entry)
such a juxaposition
and let us be careful what we hold fast to
(although the bleeding part makes me think of being female
i can’t wait until we are together, and can read poetry under sunlights or moonlights..
and to others
peace sister
i wish all your fragments to turn out well
just a random hit, rest of story… hope you have a great new year. peace.