Saturday, April 09, 2005
drunken typing
.
It’s a black-eyed blue heart
armored by its scars
that struggles to remember
when it was freshly torn apart
to offer up some sympathy
for another not so hard
that needs its sensitivity
met with seasoned empathy
.
It’s a black-eyed blue heart
armored by its scars
that struggles to remember
when it was freshly torn apart
to offer up some sympathy
for another not so hard
that needs its sensitivity
met with seasoned empathy
.
