subject) <br />The pitbull comes, and rips me half in dreams. <br />There is nothing much more love can do <br />But say it was nice to do unto you <br />shake my cold hand and secure me in. <br /> <br />your heartbreak paintbrush un-obscures the moon <br />so gingerly you bundle in the stars. <br />You oil in hue a delightful dust of blue, <br />a womanly figure radiates to lay with you, <br />Forgets to breathe, and dips in sleep, to death. <br /> <br />your cancer feather fashions my bodice <br />and agony chokes up the skulls. <br />tsunamis husk my white heart, deveined; <br />my failures, salty and drowned. <br />You apologize for emptying the soul. <br /> <br />it does no good for scattered bodies, nude <br />The corpses lay face up, to the sun. <br />Awake and dilated at the crisp light <br />their coast bones blaze with cracked fatality; <br />rose petals grip, finger in. <br /> <br />I think it is I, who is all the more sad.<br /><br />Predicanda Emmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-shaped-paintbrush/
