Curled And Dead Poem by robin DeWalt

Curled And Dead



I gaze into familiar eyes,
freshly washed in living lies.
A lover's touch to blind the mind,
naïve to one so inclined.
Keys to heart all bent and broke,
weighted words that choke the throat.
Flippant in fidelity,
bourbon drink and stranger's fee.
Love I thought we kept well fed,
lies at my feet curled and dead.

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