By B.K.
Date: 2005 Sep 14
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You wonder sometimes

If love is not some ogre

Trying to cut the heart

Clean out of you


To devour it greedily

Right in front of your face

So you hold back just a little

Peculiar something of yourself

But then love turns full circle

Doing some awe inspiring mouth gape

Where you do butterfly sighs

Then boldly fall face first

Right into it's encompassing embrace

Oh but you must BEWARE

For that is when you miss the hatchet

As it determinedly streaks (Crack)

Right down the center of your rib cage