Thursday, February 24, 2011

A stranger to my style

This morning she gave me a fist
When I asked for a smile.
All day I've been walking with a bruise in my heart.


  1. I read this for the first time a few days ago but I keep thinking about it. It has given me all these images and the start of a story that i am not sure what to do with yet.

    Love it.

  2. ooh write it. i'd love to read. :)