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by Ginette T Belle

Why can't he see that lust is heavy
Beauty is fading
Love is a stain, red wine
On soft, white shag carpet
Never removing itself completely
Perfect, together we are
But he is wrapped in...
I don't know what he's wrapped in
He seems to like it though
He seems to love her
As he stares through me
To her
He seems to be slipping from a grip
I never had

11/01/2002

Posted on 11/01/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 10/17/03 at 03:32 PM

wow...strong expression!!

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