such a dreadful thing has happened
On her way through life
She met a man who had
a dog
a cat
and then
a wife
a surly guy with bitter needs
like chocolate
Wanting
more than greed
She had his picture in her eyes
his face was fair his eyes were wide
and in the moment their minds locked
She saw herself inside and flocked
to all the places in him deep
began to know him wake and sleep
and when he came to her in dreams
She'd walk his
Land and be his schemes
Land and be his schemes
The darkest Hollow feeling lurched
Empty as a derelict Church
and twice as cold
and thoughtless
Heart
Heart
A faithful pain
that never parts
began to hang around...
It nurtured all the feelings
inadaquate and hurt
and raised it's head to cleanse away
The Guilt
The Shame
The Dirt
The Shame
The Dirt
For he was the Darkest Lover
hidden in her undergrowth
the darkest lover
of them all
Who would
when fancy took him
Sometimes
Come to call...
(c) Helena C Carta
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