Death bid us joined
Your cherry wood attained
(as you so lovingly coined)
Entrails to entrain
Our remains twained
A few curt summers later
On paper by a well-meaning niece
In my mind, some cruel creator
Queer how I slipped in
But time makes twins of us all
Your flaxen hair, my sun-bitten skin
Thus turned porcelain, stripped of sin
The truth is I never loved you
Your iris flowers never caught me so
why it struck me the lengths you sought
Is a question I'll leave to rot
Julia, Julia, Julia
A fool whose sense no one can follow
Whose love I wish I felt beyond hollow
Whose soul rests in pieces
Cut by an ex/axe
Cracks lined by limerence
Crushed by indifference from the fairer sex
Kwaheri, your Last Remaining Peace.
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Oeuvre & Oeuvre Again
PoetryA collection of poems for working out the fog in my mind and about my characters ♡♡
