I Blame Everything

I Blame Everything

 

I Blame Everything

I Blame Everything

Upon this hollow bed I sit
Mulling over the path we’ve hoofed
And the vanity night our body sled, sticking in
Yes we cruised moaning, squirting in pleasure
Should you have whispered into my ears
That your trust would walk out of the door
I would have found someone else

I blame the dancing birds
That perched upon my window dancing
Dancing to the sound of our rhythmic love
Without muttering to me
That I’d run out of love

I blame the shining stars and the moon
The moon that shone upon our bed
Watching every minute of our pleasure
Without a quick whisper, that love would depart

I blame the wind and the dancing trees
Who blew the chilly breeze
Breeze that freshened our skin
Every moment we sat out kissing
Yet could not echo into my ears
That it would shatter and chisel my heart

Yes I blame everything

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6/3/2017
12:06 am

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Michael Edison, known as “The Uncensored Writer,” is a fearless advocate who writes about issues that challenge humaneness, speaking to the core of what it means to be humane in an unjust world. A writer since his early teens, his dynamic pen dances between poetry, fiction, and non-fiction, always with a commitment to truth, justice, and undeniable compassion that draws readers closer to their own humanity.

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