~Staccato~
He’s
dubious,
Not
to be trusted,
With
a petulant manner
Of a rotten child,
He’s
latching onto her,
She
darts away,
Covering her metallic heart,
But
his youth billows,
Melting
her rebellion,
For
a brief moment
Fusing
the staccato
Of the two lives
Into
one.
Then
he leaves,
And she’s left with
Another
scar to treasure
In
ruins and exile.
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
He’s dubious,, not !!! more of a bastard in my book. like it alot.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the passionate comment, Cathy!
ReplyDeleteSince we can' get rid of scars, we might as well treasure them...
ReplyDeleteWhirling Haiku and Senryu
Very nicely put!
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