poetry plug

Here's a good poem written by one of my new, good friends in Deaf theatre!

Best Friends

I grew up receiving scars.
Having scars I wouldn't mind
which is good for me.
Also for other people with
their own scars
makes us stronger.
But losing you is not a scar.
It is murder, a whole big wound.
A part of me dies
because that part of me is you.
You made me,
I made you,
as we grew.
We made eachother.
Such a tremdous love I have for you,
you wouldn't believe your eyes.
Losing you is far worse than anything
in this whole universe.
A half of me is bleeding
because you walked away.

Copyright © 2005 Veronica Kozlowski