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