You said you were into fashion,
I said I liked birds and trees.
You cross-stitched yourself on my passion
And sketched me a reason
To breathe.
You tore up my face, grace and everything
I wore.
I asked you to fix it,
You didn’t dare –
I was too last season
For you
To care.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | February 28, 2012 - 12:36
Good poem, vaniloquence;-)
Tina
vaniloquence | February 28, 2012 - 13:51
Thanks Tina :)