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Cynthia Walker Poem
As
if
she
were
a
cigarette
he smoked
the
hell
out
of
her
love!
Copyright © Cynthia Walker | Year Posted 2008
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Cynthia Walker Poem
I remember July
When your heart sweltered with passion
When love was a style...an unequaled fashion
I remember July
When you brewed with envy over your chocolate sorbet'
How you could hardly wait to get caught up in the rapture
of the day
Yes, i remember July
When I was the essence of your high
Taking you to heights unknown
But you've come down
You've outgrown
And now love is like bitter December
Copyright © Cynthia Walker | Year Posted 2008
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Cynthia Walker Poem
Raspy rich voices full of stank defeat
blend into the backdrop of early morning
Blood shot eyes cling to withered memories
of lost splendor
Desire cries to lick the fruit of possibility yet
they are unable to free themselves from the
hug of death
The cankerworm has crawled into the garden
of their youth and devoured its glory
What's mistaken as a yearning to box against
the wind like a virgin finding love for the very first
time is nothing more than unsung lullabies floating
around at the bottom of a forty ounce
Copyright © Cynthia Walker | Year Posted 2008
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Details |
Cynthia Walker Poem
Raspy rich voices full of stank defeat
blend into the backdrop of early morning
Blood shot eyes cling to withered memories
of lost splendor
Desire cries to lick the fruit of possibility yet
they are unable to free themselves from the
hug of death
The cankerworm has crawled into the garden
of their youth and devoured its glory
What's mistaken as a yearning to box against
the wind like a virgin finding love for the very first
time is nothing more than unsung lullabies floating
around at the bottom of a forty ounce
Copyright © Cynthia Walker | Year Posted 2008
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