Mending.
++++++++++++
Youre much
Too pretty
for a face.
(Run Old
Flame.)
or fresh
cut
smiles
smiles
without
Grace.
(Yet
LoVe remains
OuR Shame.)
+
I would
Kiss you if
Grace.
(Yet
LoVe remains
OuR Shame.)
+
I would
Kiss you if
my
Head could
hold
EveRy BroKen
Head could
hold
EveRy BroKen
ParT
Of YoU;
but those like us
are
meant to fold!
(( and becoMe
Of YoU;
but those like us
are
meant to fold!
(( and becoMe
tHe DaRk
OnE faLLs inTo.)
+
I smeLL your TeaRs
iN
PatchWork dreAmS.
(Perhaps
OnE faLLs inTo.)
+
I smeLL your TeaRs
iN
PatchWork dreAmS.
(Perhaps
some
FooL
will droWn
tHis tiMe?)
As
Nightmares
will droWn
tHis tiMe?)
As
Nightmares
burst
through
Memory's
Seams!!
(aNd muRder
AngeLs
through
Memory's
Seams!!
(aNd muRder
AngeLs
with oLdE
RhyMes.)
+
Oh,
RhyMes.)
+
Oh,
You're much too
Fair
to fret and cry!
Fair
to fret and cry!
so
ForGet the paSt.
ForGet the paSt.
(and futuRes penDing.)
For
OuR loVe
For
OuR loVe
is
meAnT
To
To
LiVe aNd
DiE!
((ForeVer
((ForeVer
wiThouT
MenDinG.)
J.Stephen.H
MenDinG.)
J.Stephen.H
