Tuesday, July 24, 2007

UNTITLED (need help finishing!)


Bright-eyed and innocent
We were so deceived

You fell asleep with him in mind for ten months
You woke up with him in mind for ten months
Did you really think this was his first time?
Did you really think you’d make it, with everything that happened?
You’ve only got yourself to blame
You were the canary, he was the coalmine
But you didn’t realize
He breaks hearts as easily as razors do wrists


Gina said...

No offense, but what's up with the razors in your poems?!?!

Oh, a title? How about something like "The Coalmine Canary"?

The It Blog said...

dont take it the wrong way i dont cut myself or anything i just really like the metaphor

The It Blog said...

please help! :)

Gina said...

I did help!!! Didn't you like my title??