Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Beautiful tired girl

My heart is hers-- in that bag with so many others

It's hard to believe I wont bruise

In that pile of emotions


Would you hear a secret?

I think, with all the hearts she holds

She's lost her own

Without a glance behind her

1 comments:

Petra Laila said...

Sometimes I feel like I am carrying around a bag of hearts...
Nice poem--thanks for sharing it!