Yesterday,
The moon took lodging on my sleeve.
Today,
I hope for even the broken hearted stars.
Because my heart
Needs all the company it can get.
My right hand falters
And your left hand strays.
The oxygen paints all our fingertips red,
And I am found wanting.
So obvious are my lonely eyes
That even strangers say,
"Hey kid,
Write a poem about her."
All anyone seems to think
Is that I’m writing my life on paper.
But you and I both know
The only thing I have been writing is love.
© 2007 Armor for your life
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Comments on The Oxygen Paints all our Fingertips Red.