Bad habit of trusting yesterdays mantra's.


Bad Habit Of Trusting Yesterday's Mantra's.


She loved him,

he loved her not,
thus all her faith

in that old daisy mantra,
was suddenly plucked

from her soul.

Sacrificed to the lust

of the stem she'd raised,
and after false promises

were pulled by the

deflowering of her purity,
she offered herself

with all pretense removed
to the beauty of

heavenly servitude.

When the God of

all flowers finally

accepted her,

as a additional

virgin minus

one discretion
she became a nun,

and lived to

ninety one....alone.



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