MR.
As the dew meets it's reckoning to morning sun
she too, accepted the fate she was given
No flower she, a scented presence none-the-less
A fine plush exterior and hardened heart
to all those lovers she never knew.
And what of mystery and what of misery?
The questions she spoke, the beguiled who used her
An auburn mist of silky smooth skin she offered me
Could I go and not return, or barter for a separate peace?
But she waited and listened and heard, she decided
I grieved of her choice to let me live
I needed the slow death that comes from fate
A companion to watch me burn
James Mathew Simmons
she too, accepted the fate she was given
No flower she, a scented presence none-the-less
A fine plush exterior and hardened heart
to all those lovers she never knew.
And what of mystery and what of misery?
The questions she spoke, the beguiled who used her
An auburn mist of silky smooth skin she offered me
Could I go and not return, or barter for a separate peace?
But she waited and listened and heard, she decided
I grieved of her choice to let me live
I needed the slow death that comes from fate
A companion to watch me burn
James Mathew Simmons
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