Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Poem: Bless this Prostitute

Bless This Prostitute
by Me

I did my best
I played my part.
I tried to give
that girl
my heart.

She did not see
or could not feel
What it means
to let love heal.

So now it's over
and I'm fine.
To her,
I'm just,
the next,
in line.

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