[Poem] The Cause and Never the Cure
2009-01-13 @ 11:56 p.m.
he was like a gray stone angel,the plump lips always ready
to be kissed and
his curls
immobile
and it made me terribly sad
that when he fell,
he crumbled
into dust
and was carried away
by the wind
along with his lies
and his malice
and his passion, to which
i had grown incredibly accustomed.