Quidam's View
Between Clenched Fists
by Colleen Barry Written ?
Bleeding hearts Grappled in fists, Drip blood down wrists That pulse with lies As lights bleed wax Down stormy skies.
Bleeding hearts
Grappled in fists,
Drip blood down wrists
That pulse with lies
As lights bleed wax
Down stormy skies.
Poetry by Colleen © 2003-2013
