Childish Paintings

by N J Thornton   Oct 2, 2008

There was once a part of me
(somewhere beneath my passion;
and the purple satin sheets
where we made love
and beside our childish paintings
that we rendered as our future)
that hoped I wouldn’t fall
in love with you. Not this much.
Just in case fate cast it’s hands
downward, nipped our edges
and drew us apart.


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