Lover. Love and hate.

Lover. Love and hate.

A Poem by Cheavel DeLuna

Bruised knees.
You were so young then.
Heavey balloons tied to your hand.
Carry your head high.
It's broken china dishes.
It's mistakes that make you older.
You canibal, you shall shall be fogiven yet.
No matter the size of your wrists.
You makes the world seem so sad and beautiful.
But don't the two go hand in hand.

© 2011 Cheavel DeLuna

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Added on August 3, 2011
Last Updated on August 9, 2011
Tags: love, hate, lover, young, child, play, balloons, canibal, sin


Cheavel DeLuna
Cheavel DeLuna


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