I could love you, if you'd let me
But my words
Moth-fragile
Smash against the lightbulb of your talent
& your self-contained heart
Wounded
Grounded
You don't notice as I fall
©cih15, 4:51a.m, 22.10.15
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.