I'm a lot of things. But for the time you read this, you can call me yours :)

Sunday, October 31, 2010


Barely existing,
some rumors are meant
to hang in the air.
As it caresses
the ever-shrinking space
between his ear and her's
or her's and her's
he doesn't even know
the meaning behind it.

Two days ago,
it was
"I heard his poppa's not well."
today, he could swear it was
"what's the use in crying now?"

No comments:

Post a Comment