Monday, 2 November 2009

Cowarding Flesh

24th  Poem.
Exceptional Unshared Feeling



-x-


You’re the unexpected.
The uninvited.

You’re the emotions of negativity.
The taste of immortality.


Run now my steed, we must leave.
I wanted a companion, I shan’t greave.

Every freckle unordered covering your flesh.
There all cowards and they make you who you are.

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