tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24897276263827094422024-02-20T19:28:33.801-08:00Sonnets And ScribblesKathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.comBlogger301125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-10691469283417272822014-06-30T15:25:00.001-07:002014-06-30T15:25:33.937-07:00Ode to his Sideways Smile<i>I wrote this in London.. Proof that when you fall for someone, you carry them wherever you go, no matter how far away :)</i><br />
<br />
He has this way<br />
When he smiles<br />
He tilts his head slightly to the side<br />
And looks inquiringly into my eyes<br />
And thinking of it now<br />
I can barely stay inside this car<br />
I want to run into the sunlit street<br />
Fling my hands in the air and<br />
Dance-<br />
Dance for the joy of knowing him,<br />
For the joy of being the one<br />
He is trying to figure out.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-31586345599133967572014-06-30T15:20:00.000-07:002014-06-30T15:20:01.579-07:00Where We Said GoodbyeThe final night<br />
Of your voice echoing<br />
In the melting rays of twilight<br />
Spilling lazily under the hills and valleys<br />
I watched the colors grow<br />
From pale gold to deep indigo<br />
I searched for you within the stars<br />
A last flare to light up a long-lonely sky<br />
<br />
But I didn't find anything<br />
Just a quiet ache between my heart and my stomach<br />
I haven't quite digested your absence yet<br />
But maybe when I wake up<br />
The birds will sing louder<br />
The sun will bathe me in her radiant light<br />
And within the beauty around me<br />
Sprinkled generously with a warmth like melted gold<br />
<br />
You'll be gone<br />
<br />
And I'll drive the miles back to my home<br />
Leaving you in the hills where we said goodbye.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-71644211555087699942014-06-30T15:15:00.000-07:002014-06-30T15:15:39.535-07:00WordsWords are my<br />
Unconscious process<br />
The awkward arrangements sticking out like<br />
Light in a darkened room<br />
Flowing freely,<br />
Steady like a savior<br />
I pile them, shape them, coax them, soothe them<br />
They are my good friends<br />
The trust is mutual<br />
The creations are beautiful<br />
We understand that what we share is<br />
An unbreakable bond<br />
A place free from judgment<br />
Just me and my soldiers, my partners<br />
They are graceful and flexible<br />
Allowing me to arrange them fluidly<br />
To pour out pain onto an innocent page<br />
They receive me,<br />
Happy to be useful<br />
Happy to be set free<br />
From the dust of my hamster-wheel brain<br />
I whisper them from the ink stand of my fragile heart<br />
And, in my vulnerability<br />
I am free.<br />
It's all thanks to you,<br />
My bright and brave soldiers-<br />
Thank you for being there for me.<br />
<br />
:)KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-12422748520088938932014-06-30T14:50:00.000-07:002014-06-30T22:24:41.255-07:00Three months.Three months.<br />
<br />
It wasn't long.<br />
<br />
I can't say it meant much, just your average<br />
Hopes soaring, hopes crushed<br />
A handsome face with a shy smile and deep brown eyes<br />
I thought he was going to be<br />
Different<br />
I thought he was going to give me a<br />
Chance<br />
I thought he wanted to know who I was<br />
Underneath the outer layers,<br />
Peeled back to the raw soul<br />
<br />
<i>If only, if only</i><br />
<br />
Those three months are simply wind-chimes now-<br />
An ancient, wistful song<br />
Trickling through<br />
The noise of busy days and stuffed calendar pages<br />
I can't hear his voice in my ears so much anymore<br />
I can't say that I've shed tears<br />
I can' say that I put my whole heart into him<br />
<br />
He said to me,<br />
"<i>Depth over distance,</i>"<br />
But he never showed me the depths of what his heart contained<br />
And the distance grew each day,<br />
Silence stacked<br />
A thousand and seventy<br />
Miles high<br />
<br />
Except for-<br />
The one night<br />
The one night I could write songs about<br />
The one night I will remember forever<br />
<br />
He came just before eight<br />
It was cold that night and he was nervous<br />
We went outside by a small fire<br />
He sat so far from me and<br />
Into the quiet flames he gazed<br />
He opened up his heart<br />
And trusted me with a glimpse into<br />
The struggles he faced,<br />
The people who have hurt him,<br />
The girl who broke his heart<br />
<br />
I sat, breathless, eyes wide at the fragile truths he breathed into my honored eardrums<br />
<br />
I showed him little pieces of my heart, too,<br />
And for a silent second<br />
In the April air<br />
I felt our souls lift<br />
Out of our bodies<br />
And meet, mid-air<br />
<br />
He looked at his watch and<br />
We were late<br />
We ran to his car<br />
My teeth chattered in the cold<br />
Like silly nutcrackers<br />
And he offered me his scarf to stay warm<br />
<br />
In the car we drove,<br />
Laughing,<br />
We talked about country music<br />
He teased me<br />
And my cheeks burned<br />
When he used my first name,<br />
<br />
"<i>Oh, Katherine</i>,"<br />
He said<br />
And I sucked in my breath, heart pounding like a runaway horse<br />
Staring out the window in his car at empty, nighttime city streets<br />
Feeling perfectly placed<br />
Next to him<br />
<br />
At the church<br />
We stood side by side<br />
Silence so thick<br />
You could taste it<br />
Glorious, gold candlelight<br />
Glowing through the impending darkness<br />
<br />
I looked up to the Lord<br />
And I thanked Him with all the thankfulness<br />
In my toes and arms and teeth and shoes<br />
<br />
<i>Thank you, thank you, thank you</i><br />
<br />
And we stood solitary<br />
Until he turned and embraced me<br />
With that innocent smiled<br />
And a warm touch<br />
<br />
My heart melted<br />
Months of icy snow-caps<br />
All in a single embrace<br />
<br />
That night I could have sworn<br />
We were onto something<br />
For when he walked me to my door<br />
He said,<br />
"<i>Until next time</i>,"<br />
And I thought I saw something flicker in his eyes<br />
Something that made my knees weak<br />
As I closed the door, breathed out a deep sigh, smiling like a naïve child,<br />
All I could say was,<br />
"<i>Oh my, oh my.</i>"<br />
<br />
Two weeks.<br />
<br />
It isn't long<br />
Until the person you were falling for<br />
Starts to forget about you<br />
And you can feel it in the air, all around you<br />
In your silent phone that refuses to ring<br />
<br />
Then it feels like two years.<br />
<br />
Hopes compressed<br />
Into a now-tight chest<br />
I close my eyes and let plans and people and poems and pretty moments swallow me<br />
I practice the art of letting go<br />
I pretend not to care<br />
That you are gone<br />
I try not to feel stupid<br />
That I got so excited<br />
<br />
I refuse to dwell on nagging questions<br />
Such as<br />
<br />
<i>What happened</i>?<br />
<br />
<i>Did I do something wrong</i>?<br />
<br />
I'll never have the answers to my questions<br />
For only you hold the key<br />
And my pride keeps me silent<br />
My common sense keeps me from reaching out,<br />
From searching for a way to start a fire<br />
In a drenching rainstorm<br />
<br />
But even in the monsoon,<br />
I can't help but wonder<br />
<br />
How is it<br />
That you don't care<br />
After that night?<br />
<br />KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-73288403541391753552014-06-30T14:27:00.003-07:002014-06-30T14:27:56.166-07:00He came from up north<i>I finally wrote a poem about this.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
He came from up north<br />
He was the last thing I expected<br />
He was utterly different<br />
From anyone who had ever noticed me before<br />
And he fell deep in love with my image<br />
Like a man staring at a sprawling painting<br />
He climbed a lengthy ladder, knit with dreams of<br />
Who he thought I might be<br />
<br />
He gave me a nickname,<br />
"Kat,"<br />
He called me<br />
No one around my hometown<br />
Called me that<br />
But how could he know<br />
From up north?<br />
And we spoke every night<br />
He told me so many things about who he was<br />
He said,<br />
"You look nice with glasses."<br />
He sent me two letters<br />
One with a drawing, written on paper from his favorite notebook<br />
And, because of that, he said,<br />
"You should feel special."<br />
I laughed at his witty words<br />
I smiled shyly at his many<br />
Compliments<br />
I believed solemnly that<br />
We were growing a friendship-<br />
Something deep,<br />
Something that would last.<br />
<br />
And then, one day<br />
<br />
He was gone.<br />
<br />
I never understood why,<br />
Although he offered many excuses<br />
But at seventeen I blamed it on my own imagined inadequacies<br />
<br />
Two years later,<br />
I laid on the grass outside of my home<br />
I looked up at the perfect blue sky<br />
And I cried<br />
Then I gently laid those letters to rest<br />
Inside of a black, bottomless trash can<br />
<br />
But he would never know that,<br />
No,<br />
In his mind I was just a dream girl and<br />
Dream girls can't get hurt.<br />
<br />
No,<br />
Dream girls can't get hurt by<br />
Idealized, witty and confusing boys<br />
Who come from up north<br />
And then leave, without a word of truth<br />
To answer the endless, haunting questions.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-89089763280677273782014-06-30T14:16:00.003-07:002014-06-30T14:16:59.991-07:00The Ballad of the SanguineYou like girls like her<br />
She's shy and dark and oh so deep<br />
And I fall hard for boys like you<br />
Who don't like girls like me<br />
I'm wild like the whistling blades of<br />
Tall grass in the summertime<br />
Simple, smiling, silly<br />
My arms out wide like endless skies<br />
A burst of sunlight beaming<br />
Inside a clear as daytime glass<br />
I tried to wear a grimace but<br />
It came out as a laugh<br />
And I tried to sit still quietly<br />
But instead I leapt and danced<br />
I tried to win you over but<br />
You looked through me instead.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-56422627423939690452014-06-30T14:14:00.002-07:002014-06-30T14:14:12.472-07:00your wordyour word has been bent and broken and twisted and ruined<br />
so many times before<br />
you break promises like<br />
flimsy shards of fragile glass<br />
falling effortlessly onto<br />
cold, unfeeling tile<br />
<br />
i hate to say it but<br />
you should know<br />
<br />
your word means nothing now.<br />
<br />KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-59347713206879823532014-06-30T14:12:00.000-07:002014-06-30T14:12:27.684-07:00My sweet, little lonelinessMy sweet, little loneliness<br />
I know you so well<br />
I slip noiselessly<br />
Into your open arms<br />
And I found you outside tonight<br />
In the beautiful, cold starlight<br />
I let you hold me<br />
On the emptiness of the deserted deck<br />
At the tip top of my home<br />
Behind the secret door<br />
Looking out at misty waves<br />
As the sea air kissed my dark hair<br />
It was just you and I<br />
Looking up at a vast, indigo sky<br />
<br />
I heard the song<br />
That sang my story<br />
And I listened carefully<br />
Wrapped up in<br />
The way you fit me<br />
So perfectly<br />
<br />
Will we always be companions?<br />
Or will I say goodbye to you someday?<br />
We have become such good friends,<br />
Yet, I don't want you to stay.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-59623045821534034792014-06-30T14:08:00.003-07:002014-06-30T14:08:57.856-07:00the differenceon a night where the june stars were hidden behind a thick layer of clouds<br />
<br />
i stopped trying so hard.<br />
<br />
i let my hair fall<br />
i didn't force a smile but<br />
it came easily<br />
<br />
i stopped trying and<br />
that made the difference.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-47537959359856991432014-06-30T14:05:00.002-07:002014-06-30T14:05:55.226-07:00On being a PoetBeing a poet is simply this:<br />
<br />
Choosing to see<br />
The magic in this world and<br />
Believing that you must<br />
Write down what you see.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-16340265830239674182014-06-30T14:04:00.002-07:002014-06-30T14:04:27.730-07:00He came quicklyHe came quickly<br />
On a February night<br />
To teach me a prayer<br />
And break my heart softly.<br />
<br />
<br />KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-68295779869769139772014-06-30T14:03:00.000-07:002014-06-30T14:03:12.858-07:00villian/victimThough we love to place people<br />
In neatly-titled boxes<br />
Labeled "villain" and "victim"<br />
<br />
It's not that simple.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-38899944151192895972014-04-28T22:42:00.005-07:002014-04-28T22:42:56.245-07:00full heart."thank You for making me who i am."<br />
<br />
she whispered up<br />
<br />
into the clouds<br />
<br />
her heart finally full<br />
<br />
healing on some approaching horizon<br />
<br />
she felt love spilling down<br />
<br />
into the tips of her toes<br />
<br />
electric in her every limb.<br />
<br />KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-26313489700639006632014-04-28T22:41:00.000-07:002014-04-28T22:41:19.895-07:00Light Will ComeTo let in this light,<br />
This glorious and giving<br />
Light<br />
This light that feeds<br />
The dark coldness<br />
Plaguing a wilted, heavy soul<br />
<br />
One must break<br />
<br />
And through the cracks<br />
The light will reach in<br />
Usually falling upon a tongue<br />
In a mouth in a body in a soul<br />
That tastes honesty, quietly,<br />
Seeking something<br />
Pure<br />
And laboring to keep<br />
Two feet<br />
Touching earth<br />
<br />
In the silence<br />
That sometimes sounds like<br />
A painful cacophony<br />
<br />
Light will come,<br />
Tears will fall<br />
And beauty will sing<br />
Words that a mouth cannot comprehend<br />
But a soul knows by heart.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-51435750899326528432014-04-28T22:38:00.000-07:002014-04-28T22:38:06.210-07:00side by sideside by side<br />
<br />
in a crowded car<br />
<br />
our arms touched and<br />
<br />
i felt it in every inch of my silent soul<br />
<br />
smiling out the window<br />
<br />
voices fading into the background<br />
<br />
just you and me, barely touching<br />
<br />
my eyes on the horizon,<br />
<br />
my heart aflame.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-6146824898405019182014-04-28T22:35:00.005-07:002014-04-28T22:35:57.299-07:00Hitchhiker<i>I was inspired to write this by three hitchhikers I saw throughout the course of a day, but truly, I wrote this about myself, about the time when I was a runner.</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i><br /></i>
Do you even know where you're going,<br />
Thumb pressed to the sky<br />
Belongings scattered clumsily<br />
On the road beneath your feet?<br />
Always leaving, always searching<br />
Restless for the next destination<br />
Happy for a fleeting moment,<br />
Glancing lustily<br />
At the newest town<br />
Coming up over the mountains<br />
In the passenger seat<br />
Of a stranger's car<br />
Your pulse may quicken<br />
For a fragment of a second<br />
But in a few days<br />
The streets will seem tight and suffocating<br />
The residents, uninspiring<br />
The scenery dull and<br />
Maybe even sinister<br />
Until you bow to that silent urge,<br />
The merciless master that is<br />
Anxiety<br />
Fingers twitching and toes, yet again,<br />
Carried away<br />
Feet blistering with too-quick movements and<br />
Eyes shining wildly<br />
As you leave<br />
<br />
Never, ever<br />
Opening a rusty and dented, nailed-shut heart<br />
Long enough to call anywhere<br />
Home.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-7006715162754752162014-04-28T22:26:00.004-07:002014-04-28T22:26:58.304-07:00Gentle soul.<i>I wrote this half-asleep one morning, in a moment of deep self-love.</i><br />
<br />
<br />
I love my gentle soul<br />
Lying in the dark<br />
Just murmuring herself awake<br />
Opening eyes with slanted cracks<br />
To the bells of an alarm<br />
The morning starts<br />
In a hazy mist<br />
And I sit up slowly<br />
To embrace the dawn<br />
<br />
Good morning, gentle soul<br />
How peaceful you look<br />
As you breathe softly<br />
In a musical rest.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-88430053798700108822014-04-28T19:41:00.000-07:002014-04-28T19:41:21.971-07:00MisfitSomewhere along the way<br />
I forgot about you<br />
And I gained a trust in myself<br />
Something that told me that I was worth infinitely more than<br />
A hazy infatuation and your leftover thoughts and halfhearted affections<br />
And on a sun-soaked day I looked out at the people around me<br />
And I saw that I was a misfit<br />
But I raised my flag anyway<br />
Walking down a narrow way<br />
With my fists held high,<br />
Hair blown back in the wind<br />
Feet barely touching the ground<br />
As I wondered,<br />
Is this what freedom tastes like?KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-77678232991369687562014-04-28T19:36:00.001-07:002014-04-28T19:36:59.723-07:00Written in my dad's trucki trace this neighborhood<br />
with the wheels of this truck<br />
like the back of a well-worn shell<br />
the streets curving<br />
in gentle rhythms<br />
the road feels fast<br />
the night is heavy<br />
my heart, light<br />
and when the melodies are high enough<br />
<br />
i can drown out your name.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-12798199942612400882014-04-28T19:35:00.000-07:002014-04-28T19:35:33.462-07:00AlteredWith you<br />
There is no definite<br />
The end result is always altered<br />
Day to day<br />
The light changes<br />
Ever so slightly<br />
I am constantly perched<br />
On stiff, cramping toes<br />
Wondering if<br />
You are impressed<br />
By my circus show<br />
Did I make you laugh<br />
With the joke I constructed?<br />
Did I make you smile<br />
With my subtle compliments?<br />
I laugh at myself<br />
For trying so hard<br />
And I smile at the moment<br />
When I will let this go.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-53787656552830988432014-04-28T19:31:00.000-07:002014-04-28T19:31:37.671-07:00OhioI won't admit to you<br />
That I thought about you tonight<br />
My mom almost hit three cars<br />
On the way back from the recording studio<br />
And the sea of red car lights seemed<br />
Unnecessary and unimportant<br />
All I could think of<br />
Were the airplane lights<br />
Cutting into moody clouds<br />
On an April night<br />
That would witness your departure<br />
From the state of California<br />
Maybe no one else noticed<br />
As well as I did<br />
That you're gone<br />
<br />
My heart sinking,<br />
My breath, wistful<br />
And ironically,<br />
My car got broken into today<br />
They smashed the windows and took my purse<br />
And even though I cried<br />
Like a little child<br />
It didn't hurt like<br />
It hurts to know that<br />
You left and didn't car enough<br />
To tell me goodbye<br />
No,<br />
You didn't say goodbye<br />
<br />
Well, here it is-<br />
Goodbye.<br />
Wishing you the best<br />
Wishing you all the great things<br />
That the state of Ohio has to offer.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-24154309857957843532014-04-28T19:26:00.000-07:002014-04-28T19:26:01.334-07:00last nighti was unsuspecting last night<br />
and secretly, i even said to myself<br />
that i would never fall<br />
not for him, not for him<br />
i drove slowly<br />
through the city traffic<br />
relaxed, laughing, not really knowing<br />
that when i saw him<br />
my heart would twist into a startled knot<br />
i couldn't even focus on his outer<br />
when his soul shone like the stage lights that night<br />
i saw right through<br />
to his bright, pure heart<br />
he looked at me lightly<br />
and then looked away<br />
his soft, green eyes<br />
locking with mine<br />
for split-second increments<br />
and then fading into the dimension<br />
between time and space<br />
when he spoke to me,<br />
his voice carried like a perfect lullaby<br />
my knees began to tremble<br />
when he smiled out of the corners of his mouth<br />
and looked straight into<br />
my unsuspecting brown eyes<br />
i swallowed the lump in my throat,<br />
heart quickening, thoughts racing<br />
and hastily i stuttered that<br />
i had to go<br />
<br />
for the rainfall has been heavy on this heart of mine<br />
for quite some time<br />
and i fearfully question her strength<br />
if i were to allow her to be soaked through once again<br />
so i have her wrapped tightly<br />
in these strips of fear and self-protection<br />
the very cloth pieces that began to tremble<br />
seeing those soft green eyes set above sincere words and<br />
his nervous smile<br />
i looked back into the city lights<br />
as i drove away and left him behind<br />
<br />
goodbye,<br />
i sighed<br />
leaving him<br />
in last night.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-6854852016957545472014-04-28T19:03:00.000-07:002014-04-28T19:03:06.807-07:00The CureCome into my spirit and<br />
Make me fresh<br />
I've grown so tired and<br />
I don't know why<br />
Come into my heart and<br />
Make me new<br />
I know that I am sick and<br />
The cure lies in You.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-73280573274116369072014-04-28T18:53:00.001-07:002014-04-28T18:53:34.216-07:00Rest.I will look at you<br />
With a look of pure Love<br />
For I've come to the conclusion<br />
That you tried your best<br />
And even when I shivered in<br />
The basement<br />
Of the coldest places of your<br />
Wrecked soul<br />
I know you loved me<br />
I know you tried<br />
And I will always be yours<br />
And you will be mine<br />
<br />
I just realized that<br />
I couldn't rest<br />
In anger and deep sadness<br />
And the only place I could rest<br />
Was in forgiveness.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2489727626382709442.post-53119343502694977342014-04-28T18:51:00.000-07:002014-04-28T18:51:09.659-07:00Part Of UsPart of us works;<br />
Peals of laughter<br />
Sprinkling the chandelier<br />
And spilling over our uncertain hearts<br />
Sitting side by side<br />
On the floor in your room<br />
You showed me a box<br />
Of your favorite things<br />
And you opened up to me<br />
Things that only a few others know<br />
I felt privileged<br />
Hanging on your words<br />
You looked at me like a little sister<br />
And I smiled up at you<br />
Blushing and looking away<br />
Like a week-old bouquet of roses<br />
I held out my hand and<br />
You pulled away<br />
Which brings me to<br />
The part that doesn't-<br />
The words I say<br />
That you beat black and blue<br />
With misunderstanding<br />
The awkward silences<br />
The collected moments in which<br />
You turned from me, colder than the winter nights on which I used to<br />
Say goodbye to you, close the door and<br />
Wish you were mine but<br />
That part doesn't work.<br />
<br />
We're unfinished and<br />
It frustrates me like<br />
Smoke rising from a chimney<br />
<br />
For I see if<br />
One part doesn't work<br />
The rest will surely die.KathCimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03076756105213876176noreply@blogger.com0