I've heard it all before.

Oh, how his speech with honey drips!
I want to touch those lying lips

With a coal lit from the fire
Of my foolish, misguided desire,

And start a raging conflagration
So all that's left is desolation,

My wounded heart still panting, there
On the blackened hillside, bleak and bare.





Poetry by Marie Cadavieco The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-29 at 22:25

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Powerful images, indeed, that last beyond the reading. Very well done.
2019-06-02


Sameen
Creates a horrid image; love it!
2019-05-31


Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Lyrical and beautiful.
2019-05-30


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Excellent!
2019-05-29