Thursday, April 22, 2010


Never told
You told her
Never good enough
Enough said
On the subject

A line of stinging bees
Exit that mouth
A heavy sigh
Buffets them on their way
Undulating clouds calm
The storm creeps on
To her

I know
You're satisfied
I know
I'm that way too
Or was

The winds
Whistle in your ear
But you look as if
You enjoy it
A slight grin
Cruel, I'd call it
If I didn't know

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