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Miss Honey
Poems
May 2013
Intention
I was broken the first day I fell in love
made up of spring blooms and teen heart songs
I gave the world such precious babes
still beating, still pulsing
through poisoned air by filthy words
and touches I was told to accept
Foul play was never pure intention
it never touches hearts
crumbling instead, dry ice in viens
colder than the frosts on late crops
you left it through summers, autumns, winters, and springs, but never gave thought to years and five, and ten, and twenty
thousand of the nights spent wondering how the secrets came flooding through the cracks of well built homes without one mention of transgression
without one mention of βhow could we let this happen in the first placeβ
Written by
Miss Honey
California
(California)
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