Friday, July 25, 2014

Poetry: Dynamite Bridges

Painfully cut the ties from thee
She sits on a dirty floor
All bound up, not knowing of the free
The kinship becomes a chore
There's her blood in my veins
I know that she's donated
a great deal to my cause
But, I'll leave her alone
For I've ripped to the bone
Left her wrapped in medical gauze
I don't need your applause
or one's accepting glance
So, I'll push her away
When hearts collide,
I'll kill her in advance

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