I promise you not a miracle.
My blistered love dispatched.
What started off as chicken's egg.
An ostrich it has hatched.

Never thought.
That this could be.
Surreal.
Without dignity.
Ripped out my soul.
Blew off my socks.
Continually pelting me with rocks.
Rocks made of words.
Hell this world is so unfair
Love left on the ledge
Etched deep in cliff sides.
Entombed beneath the park.
The fields through which we used to walk.
Beneath the whispering poplar.
Emotions so strong.
Wrapped in the willows flowing tears.
Drifting with the streams trickle.
Flowing towards the sea.

(c) Olivia Kent 16/11/2013