No Happiness Here Either
No Happiness Here Either
She loves me, she love me not, knots
As he picked the petals of her heart
Why the cold chill your heart sought
Your petals cold, damming my start
A river of tears cries from the sky
Mine, forever a rainbow lost a pot of gold
You, a commodity richer to my eye
Than blossoms of bosoms a smile behold
On your surface I lie in your meadow
Wandering sweet dreams held in lost escrow
connie pachecho
8/5/17
Copyright © Connie Pachecho | Year Posted 2017
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