Tuesday, July 20, 2010

He erased your smile.

He erased your smile
Filled your eyes with vile
he must silently go
Leaving no scars to show

Nothin but paper cuts
Released from these cuffs
She just must ignore him
And insist it’s just grim

But I wonder in a year
Would his words be clear?
And at that point it's late
To test the whim of fate.

Oh so little we all know
The narrator slows
Will you stay for act two?
Or admit they are just through?

By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs.

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