Saturday, October 11, 2008

take it

it's yours

it's not bloody
i promise

it's still pumping
but softly

it won't kill me
the opposite

and it fits in your pocket


2 comments:

confused said...

and it's the most prescious thing I have

Ellumbra said...

And this priceless gift, beyond the insults of diamonds, of gold - cannot be taken - only given.
And it is not transplanted - simply extended.
Because we cannot bare to face an unalienable truth - we are alone.
Alone - all one.
Loneliness is a symptom of great joy - for who could dream of sharing sorrow?
Love your words Carolina Z