11/21/05

Everything That Is

Tooth and nail
I stick by and through it all
Will I never fall like this again
To the death my heart will retrieve
Soldering those lips so precious, they deceive
Never again so easily a lie spoken
Confusion in utterance no more
And so this pain I reflect to you
A gift I never wanted
Rewrapped, resent to it's very source
As that of a decade old, community holiday fruit cake
Your kiss of death has no antidote
From the inside, I wither to nothing
A sleep I return to
Do not wake me again
A history I care not to repeat

©05-2010 J. Polino