poem -- cracked pink polish
(untitled)
cracked pink polish
doesn't bleed
like my heart
yet this ink
reveals life blood
of my soul
words drip
from finger tips
each stroke of my pen
a beat of my heart.
(untitled)
cracked pink polish
doesn't bleed
like my heart
yet this ink
reveals life blood
of my soul
words drip
from finger tips
each stroke of my pen
a beat of my heart.
musical_poet:
wow! I love this poem a lot. Kind of reminds me of me, minus the pink cracked nail polish 
musical_poet:
yeah I know..but my best friend of 10 yrs lives in TX and my relatives live in Cali