from the North of my thinking. to the southern of my secretive. I gave up heavenlyies. with such steam and compassion. - and with this I gave.

as his romantic. gave a butterfly truly. I caught and caged his gift. it's pretty'ish- gave a chandiering. an appetizing glow. a radiant liquid. a log of bombardment. that shattered -the walls of one's heart. -and fond of his gentleman like. I rewarded em. with all of my all. that my all. had to offer. - and with this I gave.

now sadness mirror's my mornings. as grief- speculates a hurting. with crimson. sheets are soaked with -always.... ... woman! if guilt knocks at ur door. do you not hesitate to answer? this heaviness. from my heart valve. shuts off no time soon. " so that I could remain. his only passion. I murdered my only passion." close his lids. I've for surely done. while mine. fills an shallow river. of an overflowing. if only.... ...I could take back-
.. what I have so freely- given.

© gary bell