There are many things of weeping beauty And songs of experience Keeping in the heart and mind Memory with interference. I remember one and all But a thousand things Purple roses in December The petals flung away Images like blood over snow Is prelude to a burning May; I remember kissing you With peppermint coated lips Mouths that gaped wide to swallow The mystery in this-- I remember eating mints, while holding in your hand All the understanding of what I cannot be Attraction to the brotherhood of man. To think a thing so innocent as peppermint Brings into my recall all the things that mattered Nineteen years old--still learning how to be shattered. Copyright (c) by M.R. Haden 1998
Reason for writing:
An encapsulation of my attempt to be self-destructive with my relationships with people. I want to learn to be shattered so maybe I can temper my intensity with an experience--to humble myself, in essence. Hasn't happened yet.
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