I'd stare at them like angels with jilted wings... Each thought pulsing through me like shattered glass on my bare feet. You know as well as I that all this will crash down one day- just as lightening on my metal toes. Back to poem index Back to my homepage
Each thought pulsing through me like shattered
glass on my bare feet.
You know as well as I
that all this will crash down one day- just
as lightening on my metal toes.
Back to poem index Back to my homepage
Back to my homepage