Not Long Left Poems

There was once a beautiful butterfly
who when in flight it would flutter
its perfectly patterned wings high
in the great ancient arena of a sky.
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you was a child, a child to it all that's why
even when in the thick of the storm you
could do nothing but smile, as hate met
hate and created pain your green eyes
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The birds in the ribs of the trees,
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You can smell the rot
long before The robotic
Carrier of rubbish halts
Outside your sleepy home.
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Do not stare at me under the glare of the sun,
nor kiss my lips before night has begun,
Do not wrap your arms around me till you are asleep.
nor try and hold me until i have become old and week.
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when lust is dead,
and routine pollutes the head,
lonely is your heart,
unused is your bed.
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Sun hairdrying the grass,
morning dew,
Fading from View.
In the park thinking of you.
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a bottle on my own,
king of my throne,
broken hearts
and broken bones.
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Where the beaten, acorn littered
Path divides itself into two
beside a thorny skin ripping
leafless bush.
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The ciggarette hisses,
in between our kisses,
slowly burning,
i am yearning for you.
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