Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Why, why...
Oh why
bother to deny
all that has been
laid by you so far.
You have after all
the makings
of a specimen
which has
a track record
displayed
as a string of lies
played
like a violin
over
and over again
till
there is
no more
strings
attached.
From now on
you are my
X
this is
Y
I M
Who
I M.

why knot
I think this was an excellent poem,
thanks for posting it

corageous!!!!! hermosa imagen!!!!!!!

Well said.