“Make it okay
when you're moving now.”
“I feel no pain.”
“I do.”
“Everybody hurts
when you stumble,
it's all right, okay?”
“The way I feel,
I keep out of sight,
fade away
and the nights are cold.
I want here to hurt.”
“Everybody hurts,
it's all in the name of pain.”
“I do.”
“When you stumble and fall,
it's all in the name game.”
“Tear it apart,
it's all love.
Everybody hurts
when it's all love.”
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.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 491
Crying in the Rain
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