And some of us use
People who love us
Like tissue paper
Hold them for a while
And bring them close
Enough to feel our breath
And with a violence wipe our
Mouths
And clean our hands
Crumple them whole
And leave them
Broken and stained
But waiting among the
Used cutlery.
1 comment:
you write beautiful poetry ...link to your blog from sidin's blog.... v nice poetry!
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