poems

Soul Tangled

Soul Tangled.

20/05/2017

She thought he was her pick and mix.

The boy she’d chose to play.

Presumed he was an innocent in a rugged handsome kind of way.

He’d see her from afar as she was danced to school.

Her parents both were cobblers from a richer, finer world.

“You’re mine” she’d whisper later on a sunny college trip,

and warmer in cool waters when neither would need to strip.

Drinking for eternity, bathing in the love of life.

Anecdotal evidence and he’d take her for his wife.

Two children and a fortune later, she was still the better side of pure.

His extravagance all played out just kept him wanting more.

She thought he was her pick and mix.

The boy she’d chose to play.

He left her with a bowl of rice and turned to walk away.

©G.P Williamson 2017

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