Monday, 09 November 2009

• The tin man and I

  Never enough.
  But maybe I loved too much.
  I wrapped my heart up in a brown paper bag,
  with all my vital but small organs.
  Just so.
  
  They called her tin man.
  And I, the liar.
  For my delivery was late.
  And the insides of my package were no longer significant.
  The tin man - she,
  really is not quite sentimental like I.
  I understood love by sense.
  Well... She never really had a heart.
  
  ...to be continued.
  
  

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