Thursday, May 24, 2007


A weak heart takes it's place
Right here behind my face

Apprehensive of finding new pain
Too afraid of hurting itself again

Says it's getting too cold in its slot
So had to run here fraught

Don't ask me now what's taken its place
Not everything always shows in the face.

[4:27 pm,
5th Nov,2005]


Anonymous said...

yes i can see u have not writen this now. the style is different. u seem more vulnerable.

jo said...

it's a beautiful poem. i never said that, did I?