up
as a paper doll
in blouse and skirt
and knitted shawl
and it’d hurt
between the lolls
when he didn’t call
He cut me
down
as an old oak tree
with tainted words
dropped to my knees
cut me in thirds
in a fell swoop breeze
He cut me
in
the spring
as tulips bloom
cut all my heartstrings
not to resume
this threadbare fling
He cut me
out
of his life
with a pen
not a knife
and then
took a wife
Jan 31, 2022
Jan 31, 2022 at 6:01 AM UTC
up
as a paper doll
in blouse and skirt
and knitted shawl
and it’d hurt
between the lolls
when he didn’t call
He cut me
down
as an old oak tree
with tainted words
dropped to my knees
cut me in thirds
in a fell swoop breeze
He cut me
in
the spring
as tulips bloom
cut all my heartstrings
not to resume
this threadbare fling
He cut me
out
of his life
with a pen
not a knife
and then
took a wife
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