Once upon a lonesome January night love called at my door with a valentine. Blinded with ecstasy I gave up liberty- while on duty nesting for my brood. And so this is how I missed all the clues!
One day the sun shone and the snow melted- exposing that it was all about the damn quid! I woke up floored with the brutal damage shaking like a leaf wondering what I did that was so wrong to end up in this plight!
Right before my eyes I saw my life taken with one smite- and all that I done fine and hold enshrine was his to undermine! He sat there smirking and pointing out what a Charlie- I am for forsaking who I know for someone I wooed! With no one to accuse but myself; I am left with rues!
Now that I am free again I am finishing all that was forestalled retracing all that I did so that I never again underbid- family and friends – people I know I owe homage- for showing me what it takes to stand by their kid! Thank you for teaching me how to stand and fight!
The art of plastic is tough when all you have is contrite! Lesson learned: half-truths are deceit gone opaline! This charlie is no longer a Chatty Cathy or carefree! Yes, old is gold and so is good but today is for the shrewd! For only time brews who’s who so lets not get lost in hues of views!
(as imagined by this lumpenproletariat) When no bigger then innocuous, ho hum, happy go lucky generic black whole sonny and cher full pinhead size zit, thine pluperfect promising mysterious seat of pants whodunnit wordlessly wise wedded waywardness writ partly apportioned,
Emotional sequestration perseverates across thine time warped weft wise wold, sans interpersonal stagnation flourishes as oft twice told tale amidst derelict hollowed moldering sacrificed stranglehold did potential now bankrupt acquaintanceships/ friendships get out sold agonizingly excruciatingly jujitsu physically writhing front
Upon my visiting a steep rocky hill, I saw her- strange, candid and very simple; Falling apart from the lip-stick beauty; From insane odors; from the tog’s divinity – A natural doll, she’s a spirited jill. The rustic cast was
Once I dare… Once I dare to write my story, Memories crowded falling me weak… And words played hide and seek. Once I dare to lost in Love, brain went on compulsory leave… Mercifully, I survived of dying dive. Once
The rain drops have poured right through my eyes Right again the scars reveals themselves again Shared the broken heart into pieces Wondering the knight might still come Telling the pain it over But pushes hard feeling me I let