Wednesday, October 13, 2010

My Pure Heart

It seems my crime was
Asking for a text message
An extra one,
One out of order,
One that might tip the balance your way

Bemused I am now too.

My pure heart
It is all I have
Honestly
No other talents
An average intelligence
Two arms and two legs
and all other bits and pieces
in place
for now

My heart burns
making passion
thats all
I do
That is my trade
It is my only treasure

And you dont deserve it.

1 comment:

  1. The pure heart I know of never goes astray even with a shared sense of inadequacy and this same pure heart now refusing to use a telephone to clear up any misguided efforts (that were made) to "communicate"?

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