Anichimus, can you taste <br /> The warm kisses of dead love <br /> Lurking in the shadows of memory? <br /> Will you caress the course rope <br /> That has gracefully accepted my life <br /> To free yours? <br /> You know you could have left <br /> Some blood at the bottom of my heart <br /> Now, my blue-black pain dangles <br /> At the end of the rope <br /> I was the deer escaping the jagged mountains <br /> Of cupid's firing arrow <br /> Before it burned a different color than red <br /> My tears were mourning rain <br /> Falling in the heart of winter <br /> Anchimus, I had no choice<br /><br />Garry Gottfriedson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/good-bye-to-romance/
