Sadly He Isn'T of a Very Rare Bleed
SADLY HE ISN’T OF A VERY RARE BLEED
They make promises more than a hurricane spits rain
Vows they mean to keep
But then there are the ones who linger in pain
Unable, with comfort, ever deeply to sleep
They can’t keep one eye opened all and every night
But wish with wondrous splendor they were able
The days are spent in uncertainty and fragranced by fright
When lasting love becomes, to them but a fickle fable
All the blue blazes where pink used to be seen
The black a reminder of power and might
Some places actually seemed a little bit green
But they recall days of daisies, dandelions and delight
Sunglasses were the rule for the day no matter how long the sun slept
Time to recall those days when his smile was your only need
However wherein the closet his secrets are kept
Behind the dark distraction of Gucci glasse Mr. Blood makes his Mrs. Blood bleed
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free !~
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