jax0r's journal
2001-11-04 16:20:38 (UTC)

Naked in February

Naked in February,
She stands on a snowcold scale.
Her toes curl up from the chill.
He head wanders as the scale wanders around and around.
She thinks about a percise sunset,
Where she fell in love again.
And she hears her old lover's words,
Echoing in her head.
"You love him, but you fell in love with me."
The second love staked his claim on her.
She wants to forgive him.
But the hurt is so strong.
By a war's paradox,
Her heart was torn to pieces.
She hangs her head.
Only to realize,
That a man is tallest when he is honest.