Friday, July 31, 2009

stained

I scrub my skin
as raw as my heart
that's stained the sleeves
of every perfectly picked
outfit I laid out
for him.

4 comments:

Laurie said...

I love the new look...:-)

bonequinhoda bic said...

This poem translated into Portuguese would give a great Fado song.

xyz. said...

I love the way you write :)

eva said...

I like your words!