Shattered dreams on bloodied sheetsA Poem by GeeJust another notch on the bedpost
She succumbed to perfected charm
from a honey coated tongue, each lie to her a beautiful truth by the louche, pitch perfect sung. He knew another notch was carved, the fourth glass of wine his knife, a small room booked in a small hotel where she'd dream of being his wife. She gave the thing she most held dear early mornings light brought shame, her virginity lost to a would be Prince him now a frog without a name. Her shattered dreams and fairy tales on the sheets in blood loud said, " the frog he bought your innocence with cheap words and cheaper red " © 2018 GeeFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorGeeMilton keynes, United KingdomAboutDevoted family man and lover of life. Simply written, easily understood "stuff" for those without code breaking skills. You will NEVER need Google to understand me:) more..Writing
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