once you were warmth, comfort, joy
twisted and morphed
now only pain, panic, cowardice
failure
He says that you are my friend
but I hate you
every time I bring you out.
(email me to post your own poems at yourpeacefulone@gmail.com)
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
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I like this one; like the twist.
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