I peered around your pinnae
At a cerumen clogged canal And popped into your pharynx With no real rationale I fought back waves of mucous And tears from blood shot eyes Searching for the sickness The real reason for your cries Always knowing that your heartbeat The soul beneath my glove Was hurt more than your eardrum And could only heal with love
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
PoetryBecause all that science just gets old after a while. Archives
October 2019
|