(an hypothesis on an event not forming a conclusion namely love) "SPECIAL" special was she. her name not very ordinary a ruby found in a mountain of rocks..silently came in on a breeze smile on her face ...wishing to please.she tripped over my heart on the fateful dayleft it bruised ..and left me dazed special was her name she danced in on a cold breeze december she arrived an early present from santa my stocking to fill .blood filled my lifeless heart stones were put into the spare parts.special was her name she was pleased with her pet she had hooked me to play.poetry poured forth from my numbed mouth singing praises music playing all round me Camouflage in disguise,noose tightening cutting off my foolishness out flanked and out played tiredness follow me around a hardening of my heart to match the donor as she moves on to her next victim..i will cauterise my wounds and wrap them in barb wire to help the healing i so badly need .i, pleased i knew her for one day. Copyright © ken newman
Posted on: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 20:10:23 +0000
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