You had me from hello..
Or was it just goodbye
a satchel full of malice
a winter left to die
Clinging to the iceberg
that frosted o'er your heart
hanging from a street sign
no direction left to chart
Whimsical in nature
eden and his rock
callous and abandoned
passion's stoic rot
Welted by a freehand
loving was the verse
stained a faded yellow
amazingly perverse
Chained within your torture
smooth as vicious cream
haunting now my hallways
bound within my dreams
Emptied of tommorrows
fantasies that crash
visions left you seething
That brutal hunger,.. crass
Dip into the cauldron
infernal is its core
save me from your rainbow
close another door..
Copyright 2004 Beverly L. Hernandez
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