Her teeth were stained but her heart was pure
Her pipes had burst but her tea was hot
Her mail was red but the sky was pink
Her phone was cut but her wrists were not
Her tea was pure but her mail was stained
Her pipes were pink but her heart was lead
Her sky was cut but her phone was hot
Her teeth were pure but her wrists were red
This reminds me of a Nick Cave song
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_vlQmGvv5Q
"Yes, said the writer who was white as a bone"
Good luck with the poems