Friday, May 20, 2011

She Spat In My Beggars Bowl Walked Away

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leaving
behind
my sheaf
of poems
in disarray
she came
to my life
in April
slaughtered
my soul
in May
love
sweet decay
it is women
that break
poets hearts
walk away
to my poetic pain
my dismay
accursed day
of my life
a game she
enjoyed
to play
gilded beauty
feet made of clay
searching for a
needle of hope
in a stack full of hay

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