on the rock that shimmers
a golden plate
set for someone
anyone
to take apart
piece by piece
I’m afraid that it won’t end
and your slate
wiped clean, erased
again
she’ll fall apart
piece by piece
the green died with the love
that you could never give
and can’t will back
in the jealous mind appears
a golden ring
made for no one
no one
it strangles
then rips you apart
piece by piece
speak when the lights go out
speak when the lights go out
speak
Copyright L.M. 2008.
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