her picture
the wall
I remember
keep it
doors cold
windows grey
I write
I should
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
it's over
I write
No notice
less crowd
eyes open
it suits
dear god
no mercy
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
for you
shed tears
no shame
a consolation
hides her
a victim
light shines
her picture
hold it
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
my heart...
so blue
wave goodbye
for you
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 411
My Heart…So Blue
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