Chocolate hearts melting
In a sweltering heat
Crushed by sticky fingers
Licked by insecure tongues
Little bird battered
Never learnt to fly
It will not soar now
Someone clipped the wings
Mother Earth woke up
She took a look around
Saw nothing had changed
Then she went back to bed
Young man fell in love
She was a serial killer
Let her have her way
She tore out his heart
Poet looked for words
Found his pen was dry
Could he comprehend
He had a mental block
Does anybody understand
What I am trying to say
I think I will step back
Into the well of madness
Copyright Chris Smith 2012 (orginally written on www.apolloblessed.ning.com )
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
Chocolate hearts melting
In a sweltering heat
Crushed by sticky fingers
Licked by insecure tongues
Little bird battered
Never learnt to fly
It will not soar now
Someone clipped the wings
Mother Earth woke up
She took a look around
Saw nothing had changed
Then she went back to bed
Young man fell in love
She was a serial killer
Let her have her way
She tore out his heart
Poet looked for words
Found his pen was dry
Could he comprehend
He had a mental block
Does anybody understand
What I am trying to say
I think I will step back
Into the well of madness
Copyright Chris Smith 2012 (orginally written on www.apolloblessed.ning.com )
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