Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Hardest to Forget
She asks for pleasure when
Hands are tied.
She sees the simple reason and finds that
she is constricted.
She seems out of place,
A manner that suits her well.
She will wait at the door,
despite being closed.
Her mental loss is
Our spiritual gain.
She feels herself in a spin for all to see,
when she's invisible.
She is hard to love;
Harder to lose.
Hardest to forget.
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