Friday, October 2

You go your way, I'll go your way too

My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in
My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I'm not allowed
A trace of regret

Beloved, I'm yours
As I've always been
From marrow to pore
From longing to skin

1 comment:

The Comedian said...

wow. that just depressed me in such a good way... aptness are there