Thursday, April 24, 2014

Nursery rhyme

Honey baby darling dear
Lay your head and don't you fear

Those that creep 
Have lost the ability to weep

And though you may think this is a blessing
I ask of you to attempt some reassessing 

The loss of tears is great
For nothing else can abate 

(a hate filled heart) 
That cannot part

With those tangible forms of pain
Shall indeed suffer in vain 

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