i am not careful with my love;
i use it to make snowmen,
i pull off the buttons on my jacket for its eyes,
i use my tears to smooth the face
and i always carry a spare hat 
in my pocket.



12/06/2010
Posted on 12/06/2010
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Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 12/07/10 at 07:13 AM
Short and sweet. I love the last two lines. 
Posted by Sigurdur Haraldsson on 12/07/10 at 02:57 PM
Brilliant imagery. Well done.