UNM (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)


It is said
heals all

I may not

Said to me
every year
of marriage
one month
to heal.

Thee cracked
in the head
I stupidly

Her way of thinking
would leave me

No understanding
from such can
so come forth.

When one such
as she takes
your very

Saith that all
the hurt
and harm.

No such admission
from her lips
to your ear.

Will to you while
I im alive you shall

Coffin in ground
then to late
brought back
to life again
so would.

Still would
so hate.

I knowith
not why.

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you are a master of metaphor.. idiomatic idiosyncracy.. blending heart to creativity.. you dont hawak what you give free...