The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - DSOL
DSOL
by
Heather Prudence Davis
He was my pretty little
Hate machine.
Turning his hatred
Into love directed
Towards me.
With the drop of
A feather the love is
Regressed back into
Hatred.
Which is also
Pointed
Straight
Towards
Me.
He tried to be my
Keeper.
Just like they
All do.