Dear My Beautiful,
Yes I have lied, and cheated too. I wouldn’t be surprised if you couldn’t see this one through. The blood on my hand is not mine. The color of your red dress, so lovely, so divine. Too see your face once more, is what I most wish. But I have washed you clean, like your fragile china dish. The memories are as coming back. The mutual agreement is what we must lack. Oh my beautiful, I’ve come to your grave. For here is where I must slave. Killing and bloodshed is what I have done. Not only the mother, but also my son.
Sincerely,
Your Once Beautiful Disaster
2 comments:
i LOVE this!!!! it has so much feeling in it and it flows so smoothly! you are definately a great poet and you should never stop writing!!!
um, not knowing what to call you i'll just stick with wayde. :] haha. why is your "alias" or whatever grey sanders anyways? sorry, i find that odd. and i love this one too. it's beautiful. like you. :] luvya. <3charr
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