Mar 20, 2012

Unforgiven


In tainted wallops ,  she justifies his ill emotions;
those daisy twinklings that drown themselves in potions.

Oh he wouldn't harm a flea. It isn't fair I say.
She turns a blind eye, looks the other way
while droplets of arsenic snicker to foreplay.


With a mischievous grin, he strikes the metal strings.
The melody directs her a blurred vision of things
Still, he plays a dramatic discourse to carouse a feeling

Unforgiving has been strangled, her charted lines minimized.
The light headed feathers frightened by thunderbolts of Zeus.
Green grass browns as warped vomit spews from her lips.
His lethal enigma changing, producing a deadly gift.

The world is fool of love. Why can't we be full of it?

As the morning nears, voices of hoarseness veer
to the tones of despair, tingling sensations everywhere..
They prick like cactus, fusing throughout her toenails.
She wants to rub his thinning hair.
The scent of vernal lies there.

His blackouts stare her down,  like swift fainting spells__
Rejection is a bastardy deed.  He's leaving me.
Wait please! Can't you see what you are doing?
As she drifts in and out of her body...

Oh he wouldn't harm a flea. It isn't fair I say.
She turns a blind eye, looks the other way
while droplets of arsenic snicker from replay.


With mischievous grin, he strikes the metal strings.
Harmony begins to sing, yet she has not the energy.
The piano notes damsel to a trustworthy enemy.
The somber violin cries one last time.

The world is lethal. And I am full of it. Aren't I?
He turns a blind eye, walks away, taking remorse
at face value. (whistling)
 
jhp©2011-2012


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