Friday, June 23, 2006
maple scar
It was one of her trying days.
He came like a handsome suitor,
waiting for a glance of her.
She was blind and hurt
but took every thing
one at a time.
He studied her like a puzzle
while she hid her self with rhymes and hymns
to cover her maple scar.
But there he went
like a robber at night.
It was a kiss.
It was just a kiss.
He came like a handsome suitor,
waiting for a glance of her.
She was blind and hurt
but took every thing
one at a time.
He studied her like a puzzle
while she hid her self with rhymes and hymns
to cover her maple scar.
But there he went
like a robber at night.
It was a kiss.
It was just a kiss.
