Wool and Steel. From My Clockwork Heart
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 wish You well:)
Olezka;)
Олег Ардатов 06.09.2008 21:07 Заявить о нарушении
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