By Michelle Fetalvero
before tying the knot-
when I -- am depressed,
not to press me harder
into a downward spiral...
your feather Touch---
sending shiver to my spine
now evolves to Ice Pick
etching the cold boundaries
in our fire-turned-ice abode.
callous Heart from Aches---of Numerous parties.
extracting the veins.
connected to yours.
denying all the coming---
proposal of reconciliation.
Come, and let me hug your Repenting Soul-
But I shall let you go---
for I cannot swallow your daunting scent,
anymore, nevermore---
Gone are the tastebuds of Love for you.
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