Tape Consumer
by Taryn Borst
Somehow my paper heart has survived
it was left ragged on the stairwell,
dropped carelessly in the rain.
But with clear tape and many individual drying breaths
my heart looks somehow
new.
Somehow my paper heart has survived
it was left ragged on the stairwell,
dropped carelessly in the rain.
But with clear tape and many individual drying breaths
my heart looks somehow
new.
Posted in Poetry, Writing | Tags: Taryn Borst
oh taryn:
i like.
By: Leah on January 9, 2009
at 6:35 pm
I like that poem you wrote
By: Jeremy on October 28, 2009
at 8:38 am
Sorry, wrong name that was actually me
By: Daniel on October 28, 2009
at 8:38 am