Okay I Admit It I Raped My Grandma

A UNKIND KIND OF KINDLING I am taking pictures off the wall Then taking them to the flame I am burning each, every and all Food for a fire fueled by blame Snapshots that still have the sweet aroma of your perfume As I question the sky “Can love leave any sooner than this? Figures and images we hung in the tiled living room And a thousand scenes of me giving you a kindling kind of kiss I never let things go but fought over so many paltry things It’s easier burning photos than the memory of the night you took my name A night of an angel in white and a man in black and tails trading rings Further food for a fire fueled and shackled by shame I’ll have to spackle those holes and heal them quite well But I am incapable of healing that which has been done is done I’ve a legion of sins and there’s so much more to tell But what’s gone is gone so I’m burning pictures one by one I will always remember when I first heard an angel’s song Lyrics of love as two hearts were bound together by desire But not even that angel could accept all that I’ve done wrong Disregarding the deepest description of both desire and this fire You knew I had to go as my face betrayed a frigid frown It hadn’t been easy letting you down easy at all I simply said “I’m saddling my horse Scout and now leaving town” As Scout is getting restless so now I’ll stop taking pictures off the wall © 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~