Sat, 08/03/2013 - 00:41 -- rosey35


Air through the sheets of'

Innocence, a daisy pure.

An owl's call and star filled sky,

A sneaky liquor sipped goodbye.

Five were there, but

two young ones

blossomed in the rich summer air.

The golden girl who's sweet

demise was a

soldier's love, but she never knew


Emotion taught behind thin glass,

Her heart was unprotected.

Never did those flower

petals nestle in

a hornet's nest.

In seconds it was steamy passion

wrapped in shiny, new, fresh

paper, but later

When the sting had settled in,

a frozen lie cuffed her pale hands.

Just a jest, the hornets buzzed,

But prayed that they could still be




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