Broken endocardium

Hamburg.ege

See through my eyes

The green is the garden in which  I bled

It’s hard to forget

My passion was built on a lie

I dissected things that lived no more

They fell dead at my feet

I’d marry you in a heartbeat

Since I don’t know what else to live for

The past is seated in the car

Driving towards more trouble

I’m sure you’re smitten with my double

For I know who you really are

It’s the crimson in which we bathe

The red sea of life keeps me warm

But my femininity already torn

I don’t know if I still have faith

 

For E. (by Paula Cheung (c) January 2017

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