Monday, March 15, 2010

*Sigh*

Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth,
“you owe me”
Look what happens with a love like that
It lights the whole sky
To pick up all of the pieces
All of my pieces
Small and large
Carefully, skillfully placing them where they belonged
She restored this heavy heart
And claimed all those words
That were meant for her
That were always her