Friday, December 12, 2008

poem 2/30; the acrostic: elementary contradictory.

He whispered the "perfect" words, and with his hands
Used the right touch
Read her mind with his body and became her one. Now,
Tattered dignity and memories remain in the wake of his fabricated love.

1 comment:

amirah: the uncool said...

wow. ill as ish! lol! wow...I need to step my game up now. I need to write. It's been a while.