Baby, don't you know

by Keith D Allison


to find a space
baby, you makes me cry
tired of lies

a symphony, that runs through the veins
to hide the pain
from your games

Guns, swords and words
they rip at
they tear at
the body, the heart and soul

Baby, don't you know
don't you know
when heart is cut
it bleeds


Posted on 11/23/2011
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lori Blair on 11/24/11 at 02:43 AM

and I feel as if I must find the very strongly felt and expressed..wonderfully written Keith!

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/24/11 at 07:35 PM

..."Let it be stairways, and a splintery box Where you have thrown me, scraped me with your kiss, Have honed me, have released me after this Cavern kindness smiled away our shocks. That is the birthright of our lovely love In swaddling clothes." - Brooks. Delighted, thanks!

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