Monday, May 25, 2009

Sick

When she brushed her hand
on your arm
my heart went sick
that gesture
was meant in love
for me
I thought
so I thought.
go ahead and think
that she loves you
let her place her slick words
on your heart
and I will watch it
rend you
apart

2 comments:

Dan Paicopulos said...

So, is there nothing to be happy about? And, to express in your beautifullt lyric manner?

Spaceofgrace said...

Sure there is. Read some other poems.