Who do you tell your heart to when the sun sets on your day?
Who do you share your mind with when ideas leap and play?
Who do you bare your soul to when heartache cracks it like dry earth?
Who do you reach for with your eyes to tell you what you're worth?
Cherice Montgomery, April 2007
6 comments:
Did you write this Cherice?
As a matter of fact, I did. I suppose I should edit the post to reflect that fact, huh? :-)
It is really an unfinished poem, and the 3rd line needs a bit of work yet to sand the roughness out of its rhythm, but that is as far as inspiration has been willing to take me so far.
I like it a lot - rough or finished.
Thanks! As I re-read it, I quite liked it too! :-)
loved this poem, cherice. it's very pertinent to my life right now and even brought tears to my eyes.
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