(I must go) Baird

July 16, 2017
9:59 pm


(I must go)
Baird

Once your picture becomes tainted
daffodils savor the last aroma left behind
with the blemish of heartache dripping from its
wounded peddles
the earth trembles beside fear
and
fear shakes like a windstorm wrestling
with the forest
sadness colors the rainbow gray
and
the sun weeps fire at sunset
shattering pieces of glass ripping
my heart into small grains of sand
Yet
I still love who are
I hate you
I believe in you
who are you
I want you
I don't need you
I still want to need you
but
Never thought circumstances would have change you
Once your picture becomes tainted

Deborah R Shaw
The Silent Stalker