M's Poetry
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Father left
you were crushed
like the petals of a flower
between the pages of a novel
a long forgotten bookmark
the end of a sad chapter
When he left her she read no more
and so left her trust to collect dust
of any man that wanted her
she just saw everyone dressed in black plastic
did you ever here her really talk after that?
she would sing with her eyes only
Whisper diamonds and enter misadventure
in clothes that hide his figure
she was daddy's little sparrow
he was a dirty picture window
mister inappropriate
who washes his hands after
he took special care
for fear someone might find out
other than her
and to this day
there is no one you trust
father left your mother
you always look crushed
like the petals of a flower
between pages of a novel
a long forgotten bookmark
of these times you can't forget....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
you were crushed
like the petals of a flower
between the pages of a novel
a long forgotten bookmark
the end of a sad chapter
When he left her she read no more
and so left her trust to collect dust
of any man that wanted her
she just saw everyone dressed in black plastic
did you ever here her really talk after that?
she would sing with her eyes only
Whisper diamonds and enter misadventure
in clothes that hide his figure
she was daddy's little sparrow
he was a dirty picture window
mister inappropriate
who washes his hands after
he took special care
for fear someone might find out
other than her
and to this day
there is no one you trust
father left your mother
you always look crushed
like the petals of a flower
between pages of a novel
a long forgotten bookmark
of these times you can't forget....
2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop