If roots went as deep
as branches high -
trees would never fall.
If love went as far
as hate goes wide -
I'd never have to call.
southern martyr 11-24-09
Here's an Oldie but Goodie that has been rolling around on the hard wood floor inside my head:
Within the Lover turned Enemy
dwells Man's fiercest Hate
To be the Lover hated
Life's cruelest twist of Fate
southern martyr circa 1992
No worries though, I do my best writing when I've got something under my skin. I'll enjoy it while it lasts and save up a little misery for some sunny day that's needs inspiration. Happy Hollowdays one and all!
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