Cradle Killed Love
The fatal trait was hers to grieve--
Too old for heartaches, she believed—
Sweet traitorous blue ripped from the skies
This whistle blue ---enticed his eyes--
This fellow's time was lightly passed.
Her artless smile numbed him aghast
An email heart of charming dreams
Slaughtered him with schoolgirl schemes.
Her father warned her as a child
Hard hearts must be more stiffly styled--
The only way to live pain free
Is cradle-killed before you’re three.
Just label them
and keep the smile--
let them chase
a quarter mile
let them think
they've won the race
tell them that you've drawn their face.
V Anderson-Throop 2013