Tuesday, August 31, 2010

You were not tied

Polished
as a pearl
Eyebrows
arched
Exceedingly ugly
I was
Of sentimentality
I wove knots
crafting a noose
to tie him down
Tears
cried
and dried
wavered him
no more
Dried and shrivelled
me a thorn
or a block of ice
hard and glassy
Summer scorched
I bloomed a rose
unsheared
I escaped
from you
from knots and noose
in a scent
You were not tied
I was free

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