She broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart.
He was a man who loved with all he was.
She ripped a very loving man apart.
He gave her money, pushed her shopping cart,
he bought her heart's desires, and without pause,
she broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart.
His crime was having loved her from the start,
and far beyond her limits without cause.
She ripped a very loving man apart,
and though she was a very sour ****
he loved her still with everything he was.
She broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart,
hock-spat at him, and in his face did ****
to agitate that love wrapped tight in gauze.
She ripped a very loving man apart,
and stomped him in his sleep, stiletto darts
pierced flesh and pocked him, loving as he was.
She broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart.
She ripped a very loving man apart.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 10:20 AM UTC
She broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart.
He was a man who loved with all he was.
She ripped a very loving man apart.
He gave her money, pushed her shopping cart,
he bought her heart's desires, and without pause,
she broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart.
His crime was having loved her from the start,
and far beyond her limits without cause.
She ripped a very loving man apart,
and though she was a very sour ****
he loved her still with everything he was.
She broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart,
hock-spat at him, and in his face did ****
to agitate that love wrapped tight in gauze.
She ripped a very loving man apart,
and stomped him in his sleep, stiletto darts
pierced flesh and pocked him, loving as he was.
She broke his arms, his ribs, his legs, his heart.
She ripped a very loving man apart.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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