Friday 17 February 2012

Bruise

You're my teenage bruise,

love and

muse.

My teenage bruise,

within

my woes,

a honeysuckle

dripping with

summer

dew.

My bruise

of delight

purple,

black

brown

with white.

Something stained

to never forget,

my teenage bruise,

a love I am,

and yet...

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