another couple of couplets

make of it what you will these are not necessarily the same poem, although they can be if you like

He made me cry

and ruined my clothes

But life moves on,

I live a ghost.

I bit the string

of sweater thread

wished most of all

that I was dead.

My crayon heart

melts in the sun,

down the pavement

the colors run.

Reviews

[Tommy]

You know Ali, you come up with some of the best imagery I have read. They could stand apart, but I defiantly love them together...I love the innocent feel of the crayon heart, biting at the loose thread of the sweater, feels like a nervous action or reaction, and how you start it out with the feeling of being transparent.

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy