mercredi, mars 14, 2012

She who has been left

Touching his hand

Hinting only at grip

Doe-eyed she glistens

Never the betrayer

Not stop to wonder

Does she ever look inside to the why and who



Choking on the truth

The terror not the other woman

But that inside of her

Truth be told there could always be another

If freedom is not to become cuffed


Afield only in fantasies

Silent in life

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