S I L K By Free Cee

on the swings the silk clung clung to the tenderness of when she was young until she became somene else's someone a disenchanted mother with an unappreciative son silken flesh fashioned from a loom gentle as her hands gentility only a seraphim understands then came rebellion and a will with a course set for destruction' and damnable destitution that silk waved in the wind like T.B. sheets hanging in a place where gentility and genuineness meets a reminder of when time didn't fly by so fast and when i wanted to believe love is actually able to last but no one can rationalize an irractional act and this lady once had class, talent and tact but then came her final tomorrow in a horrendous way and i kneel now planting a flag of silk near her headstone today (c) 2011....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~ silk oiling its way through the wind in an enchanting way