Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Frenemies

my heart was a tree
its branches interweaving
entangled, i could see
the chaos she was leaving
her wake broke off sticks
as she traveled right through
she made other trees sick
and ruined their hue
and trying in vain 
in confusion i sunk
i saw she was rain,

and her heart was a stump

-Tsira

(It's kind of an oldie, but I revised it today.)

5 comments:

  1. Beautiful!!



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  2. Fantastic poem! No need to be ashamed of it being an oldie; there's that whole "oldies are goodies" phrase for a reason. ;)

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  3. Thanks, guys. Some days I just love to tread through old stuff digging for gems.

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