Her Knife
Autumn and Winter come to pass
and each thought lingers onto the last
a meaning hidden or implied through life
but none so sharp as her jagged knife
a stroke to the heart was she needed
to cut from me so harsh and conceited
a wound so cold no love warm
just a cut to mend and mourn
Copyright © John Allen | Year Posted 2006
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