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Shelley-Ann Burtney Poem
Poison on ones lips,
passed it's fearful taste to me,
blinding passion lingered
it's scent dreadfully.
Gripping ones tongue,
swallowing it whole,
a taste to acquire,
one I aspire to know.
The cherry dimensions of
ones mouth left upon my lips,
a distinctly burning scent passed
through just a kiss.
Trickling down my throat,
poison lingers through,
fearing every nasty taste of you.
Poison on your lips,
cherry on your breath,
releasing me from life,
end result, my death.
Copyright © Shelley-Ann Burtney | Year Posted 2011
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Shelley-Ann Burtney Poem
When will I see you next, at times I'm so unclear,
will it be at your funeral? For this is what I fear.
When will I hear your voice and what should I say,
I don't dare ask you Daddy, why you went away...
Should I pretend nothing happened, or ask why you don't come around,
or do I wait for that dreadful day they place you in the ground?
What will your tombstone read, what will your family say?
they wont speak about me daddy, or how you went away.
They will speak of things that their daddy would say and do,
they will speak of my daddy, one I never knew.
They will speak of a life you lived, one that made them proud,
a life I couldn't see or have because I wasn't allowed.
They will place you in the ground, and I will surly cry.
I'll finally know my daddy, the day that he will die.
I will walk alone, Ill have no one by my side,
with no one ever knowing, that was my daddy who just died.
Copyright © Shelley-Ann Burtney | Year Posted 2011
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