Seasonal Effects
By writers_anon
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Who?...
Yes I remember him
the guy with green fingers
He who wood stained my heart
dropped it in sealant
so it couldn't breathe
but I can stand in all weathers
nothing affects me
And there's your heart
weak vulnerable
beating erratic
It'll wear out before you know it -
and then what?
Sorry...
That's what it's for?
He told you that
Did he?
He has changed
And it's been how long?
Three months
and here we are
kicking brittle leaves
which for all their beauty
are just dead
You tell me you've been worried
and ask how I feel
watching you scoop
scarlet and gold treasures
into your pocket
I say
different
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