Wool and Steel. From My Clockwork Heart

Heavy eyelids hit the cheeks,
Hiding salty bitter leeks.
Freezing, getting hard and still.
Am I made of wool and steel?

Stomach, firmly tied to ribs,
Breaks the reckless heart to bits,
Muffling silent bids to feel.
Am I made of wool and steel?

Teeth are stabbing blueish lips
So that nothing ever slips.
Come and burn what's bad to heal.
Am I made of wool and steel?


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I like poems like that, especially I liked the 3rd verse:)
I wish You well:)
Olezka;)

Олег Ардатов   06.09.2008 21:07     Заявить о нарушении
Thank you!
I'm so glad smb likes what I write in English.
Good luck with your poems as well!

Белова Мария   18.09.2008 17:03   Заявить о нарушении