Sunday, September 8, 2013


FALL

Oh jagged, ragged pieces
Broken token 
Her Heart cries

I loved
I loved hard
I loved to my demise

The offering so warm 
So sweet to the taste
He relished in their revelry 
Licked his fingers
Cleaned  his face

Sedated 
She waited 
For love would conquer all

He was to catch her
Yet he watched her
He watched her heart fall

Saddened by her weakness
She questioned herself:
Did he love me?
No
Not really 
He just wanted to feel me
For himself.

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