Monday, May 07, 2007
a head full of words
but a mouth full of bees
standing unsteadily
on trembling knees
the fingers are numb
the vision is blurred
worn is the spoon with which
memories are stirred
second attempt
is more desperate and vain
a face full of smiles
hides a heart full of pain
an empty bed
a love turning cold
vein-slashing discount
everything must be sold
but the leaves always fall
winter comes every year
slow passage of time
dries up every tear
-kj 5/7/07
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