Sunday, March 30, 2008

a silly wee poem thati did write. 0400hrs saturday.

Let me try to explain,
It is NOT about being vain.
It is for the sake of lost loves,
That I wear my black leather gloves.
And, as a result, my touch can seem
Distant, remote, naïve and green.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

now i understand..........