an approximation of roses
fifty cent plastic bubble ring
the repetition of love affairs
beginning and ending
because the conclusions always had to be drastic
a blessing by a bum
has become a quest for a home
but no roads lead off this rock
and tomorrow is a long time away
guilt is an undertakers sigh
right and wrong are words with small letters
and have no place in a love that has
no regrets, no apologies
another summer moves through
my hat is hung on the day after tomorrow
and what's behind a locked gate that has no key
No comments:
Post a Comment