Sunday, February 12, 2012


High And Dry by shaffah

Your ears
My dears
Do more
Than hear
They hold 
Your earrings, too.

Why, they keep your hair out of your sick;
That's commendable enough.

But perhaps 
More kindly,
When you've fallen
Rather blindly
And you lie 
And you sigh
And you wonder oh, god why
You've been left
High and dry

Your ears,
The dears
Will always be kind
As to hold for you 
Your tears.

image from here

1 comment:

  1. if my ears held tears, i would be the wisest