e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

I Know

False figure she drew
On my breathe board
Roses displaced
Not even replaced
With a mere goldenrod.

Shouldn’t have been
The golden rule
That rust in my blood
Even Steve Wonder sees

Future gone behind us
Ring lost it’s hole
Ray Charlse, I played
Telling her ‘hit the road’

Flesh eat flesh
Out there, dear Mary
I rinsed my hand
-As I sing
Heartbreak, I know…

1 Comment

  1. Inga Cuebas says:

    Just wanna tell that this is very helpful , Thanks for taking your time to write this.



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