hand injuries
Saturday, May 19, 2007
It's like, "kiss me, or die trying".
It's time to keep words inside your mouth
And let none escape the edges of dry, crisp lips.
Though the heart beats in tune with the clock
There's no need for you to paint the putrid lanes red.
It's time to keep tears from falling
And let none escape the watery crevices of bloodshot eyes.
Though the nerve strives to throb and implode
There's no need for your blood to run down your cheeks.
It's time to free the binding grip of your hands
And let the daffodils fall in their demure art of flying.
Though cheap, overused blades cut through like refined diamonds
There's no need for cold, dead fingers to feel and interlock with yours.
It's time to let go.
And let one wound heal in place of another.
Though hard as it is,
There's no sense in wanting the lost.
Say goodbye to your deepest dreams.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:53 PM,
