ChoicesA Poem by Shae
I make time for the man who knows the arch of my back just as he knows the slop,
But I go home to the woman who knows the candle's silhouette as she knows the dark. I wrap myself in the deepest shade of empty Then I build a flame out of spark. You smear the fire out of spite. You ask me to choose, But I won't. © 2014 Shae |
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Added on November 16, 2014 Last Updated on November 16, 2014 Author
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