The Oxygen Paints all our Fingertips Red.

By Armor for your life

Yesterday,
The moon took lodging on my sleeve.
Today,
I hope for even the broken hearted stars.

Because my heart
Needs all the company it can get.

My right hand falters
And your left hand strays.
The oxygen paints all our fingertips red,
And I am found wanting.

So obvious are my lonely eyes
That even strangers say,
"Hey kid,
Write a poem about her."

All anyone seems to think
Is that I’m writing my life on paper.
But you and I both know
The only thing I have been writing is love.

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Published on Friday, February 16, 2007. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Awards

November 26th, 2011

Comments on "The Oxygen Paints all our Fingertips Red."

A former member wrote: very beautiful :)
On Saturday, November 26, 2011, Devilish (2633) wrote:

Beautiful !!! An amazing poem of the day.. Congradulations... Well deserved//
A former member wrote: Painfully beautiful, like a paper-cut.
On Tuesday, February 20, 2007, Mylissa (825) wrote:

gripping. you are amazing.
On Tuesday, February 20, 2007, Bella Butchery (696) wrote:

even in my lonlieness, that is all i seem to write about as well, or the falling out of love, that is how i bookmark my life for some reason, love this
A former member wrote: So true
A former member wrote: this was amazing. very deep. nicely done. ~ red.
On Saturday, February 17, 2007, zanewill (82) wrote:

this got my gut!! Good $ YOu!! >