you asked to write an angry hateful poem
give me a poetry instead of love
and wine instead of blood
let’s drink my being and turn it into music
let’s dance beneath the night
and life is so confusing
i have no laugh or cry
when you are just amusing
yourself with a wasted heart of mine
give me a hand instead of fist
and smile instead of frown
we were both wrong
i am a mist
shaped like a stone
the last one
© Copyright: Роберта Олден, 2008
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