Tap

I saw him tap the rose bush
With his muted hammer so all
The blood red petals would fall
To precede your feet so precious.

Could he love you?
Of course who couldn't...
Do he love you?
No and never will.

People who strew
Never really do.




Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-19 at 03:20

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