Friday, November 15, 2013

The Deepest Cut

The Knife
Your love won’t let you down
When you’re rushing at all your tomorrows
She won’t undermine your trajectory
Question your right to self-belief
Or light the taper on your abject sorrows

Dry-eyed and desolate
This husk with heart desiccate

Will talk to no-one won’t let you up
Pay no heed to the diamonds you discard
You’ll scratch her name into your arm
With the rusted knife of self-belief
Long-ago stolen from memory’s scrap yard

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