I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.
As if I were a surgeon,
cutting away with purpose,
no blood was lost as you fell
away from me.
You dropp'd to the forest floors,
drifting away with the wind,
I thought you were gone for good
that I was free.
You're anything but benign,
a creature from the dark woods,
following me as a wolf
out for the ****
Helpless to spend the Winter,
cold and alone and empty,
waiting for your sure return
back to my heart.
Spring comes as you slither near,
hidden and slowly warming,
crawling and clawing upon
my cold body.
You've made your home by Summer,
nested in my hollow heart,
soaking in passionate love
that will not last.
I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.
As if I were a surgeon,
cutting away with purpose,
no blood was lost as you fell
away from me.
You dropp'd to the forest floors,
drifting away with the wind,
I thought you were gone for good
that I was free.
You're anything but benign,
a creature from the dark woods,
following me as a wolf
out for the ****
Helpless to spend the Winter,
cold and alone and empty,
waiting for your sure return
back to my heart.
Spring comes as you slither near,
hidden and slowly warming,
crawling and clawing upon
my cold body.
You've made your home by Summer,
nested in my hollow heart,
soaking in passionate love
that will not last.
I walked out into the woods,
on a clear Autumn morning,
and used Daddy's hunting knife
to cut you out.
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