hearts where tattoos should be
i wanted to tell you something that you don’t know about me
something not so available when looking at my sleeve
eyes in back of my head and a heart where tattoos should be
this might be okay, maybe even cause for some relief
but like the knives i missed approaching, all targets are on me
eyes are always looking inward and as far as i can see
i maybe missed something in the meaning of my own reprieve
what have i ever known about the stars or shining sea
the dawn of time or the birth of rhyme that isn’t taken on belief?
for all the introspection what do i even know about me?
if you have a merciful injection, i would gladly roll up my sleeve
’cause what i have is broken and bears no image of me
~wwb
Posted on 12, January 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Nice. Great title.
Hey thanks. I have been enjoying some of your writings as well today.