Scabbed is your soul,
Cupid plays a larger-than-love role.
Nothing worse than spent fire.
All hurt is mostly dementia.
Distant memories, tinted in sepia.
Brimming with forlorn desires;
The heart, a little scarred tissue
Rent asunder by Shakespeare.
Love is only a few tears;
It’s loneliness that we truly fear.
Note: Posted on the Caferati board on Feb 21, 2005 in humble response to a wonderful piece by Inkie that she called "The Patient".
9 comments:
allo bro :)
Soumabh: Thanks a million.
Prats: What a surprise! Feels good seeing you around these parts. :-)
hey - wheres u?
u write so well
And sometimes, methinks, Love is just a word!
you do write beautifully
you do write beautifully
u still around churning poetry! you seriously are good at this stuff re. Hi prats and Pre! Rest of them, hi too. Gosh it's been ages.
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