Sketches of a Patchwork Soul
This is just a place for me to write whatever, and to do so honestly.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Tea Leaves
Heart catches in my throat
and I find it heard to breathe
Could you break me open
to see how I work?
Or maybe you could read
the dregs of my emotions
like the leftover tea leaves
in your mug
At least the tea
can warm your hands
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