snake in the grass
see how he slithers
there's a snake in the grass
see how he betrays
your mind changes like the wind
your mood like the faucet
there's a snake in my garden
you're killing the fruit
snake get out of my garden
keep with you the unsent letters
hide it away with your truths
hide it away with your nude beaches
5.10.2007
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2 comments:
I love this poem, especially the last stanza. wow.
Hang in there. :)
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