Hate To Nurture
Have half to hang hand in hand
And harp the harmless hate
Then heap the hazardous haze of heartbreak
And heave the ironic heroine
Because the hollow horde that hovers over head
Is now the narcissist on narcotics
Creating nausea near the neglected one
While the network of nerves brings news
Of the night nitrogen seemingly never-ending
So end the notorious nudge of nylon personality.
Copyright © Gabrielle Wolcott | Year Posted 2011
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