Saturday, September 09, 2006



Perhaps his nonchalance is just a facade,

and he is only pretending to be God's

gift to women.

When really his head is swimming

with the same insecure doubts

that you battle with day in and day out.

Look at him through different eyes

and see that he too cries

for the same things that you want and need.

Maybe then and only then will your heart not bleed.

1 comment:

Renee said...

Glad to see you are writing again. Great poem.