leave your dead heart
at the door
keep your language in check
to them, a simple joke
could be a knife to the
neck
don't laugh
it isn't funny
all the stories
she tells
she's heard about your name
and she's giving you
hell
....a few hours later
she's turning at the door
smile dripping with delight
and her mouth starts
chirping
'you know? ...
it's too bad you won't
remember this'
Jonny Brackney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chirping-4/
