Your Dangers Are Many
With spiteful tongue
you tried to lick
the kindness
from my bones.
You squeezed
my heart dry,
and left me
wanting you,
needing you …
You planted
your seed deep
and a flower
grew inside me.
With thorns
for petals,
you left your mark,
and I’m compelled
to water you.
Copyright © John Mcmahon | Year Posted 2011
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