HE wispers poison in her ears.
SOUNDS like a ghost she thinks,
or a love thats been twisted, and
bent,
HE gives her flowers, and a bottle
of red wine, and a moment of hope,
just a moment, only a moment,
then he stumbles out the door.
HE wispers poison in her ears......
then brakes free.........
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/23-fitzroy-road-poison-in-here-ear/
