12 July, 2011

Let go.

She smells like vanilla and petals,
Her mouth the sweetness of apples,
She is the dream, the promise,
All softness and easy perfection,
Everything he wanted or needed,
Or even thought she could be,

Yet he is done with her so quick,
Surely it was a nightmare,
Or something in the way of madness,
He will be surprised to learn,
How quickly she can step aside,
Before he tries to walk away first.


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