The history of Prosperous Snow written for the group Reminiscences |
Star Crossed Lovers: To George Newland We were star crossed lovers standing on the edge of eternity, awaiting the decree of fate, that would forever seal our destinies, and separate our paths. I love him, and thought he love me, but it was only a game he played, I was just another conquest, another nude picture for his album. To me he was an instructor, who taught the difference between lust and love, the father of my daughter (given up for adoption). Now he is a sad, and perhaps bitter memory: Was I really so young and foolish? Your Laughter I remember your laughter! It cascaded like a roaring waterfall down, down, down. We laughed together; our daughter was conceived in laughter, and then the laughter stopped. Revenge He phoned me once, said "Guess who?" And I stepped on his ego: I put on my spiked heels and ground it into the cement of the Las Vegas strip. Later I found his photo, I decided it wasn't worth setting off the smoke alarm, so instead of burning it, I tore it into small pieces and buried it in Vashtie's littler box. Poet's Note: ▼ |