"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Friday, January 28, 2011

Verbal Knife Blades

Another argument,
who will win?
Your way or mine
Or neither?

Seems disagreeing
is the only thing
we can agree on.

Our verbal
knife blades
cut the love
from each other.

Memories of the
good times
bleed from our wounds.

Goodbye carries a white flag
begging for our surrender.
Let’s just say the word
and put an end to this war.

© Copyright Susie Clevenger 2011


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