Monday, May 25, 2009


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


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.