Feb 2010
With surgical precision
You perfected the incision
Of that poison-tipped tongue,
Like a dart.
My crippling indecision
Was slashed with cold derision,
Till self-belief was wrung
From my heart.
You perfected the incision
Of that poison-tipped tongue,
Like a dart.
My crippling indecision
Was slashed with cold derision,
Till self-belief was wrung
From my heart.
© Marcus Lane 2010
