Thursday, June 30, 2011

HOME MADE SOAP

When asked I pretend I'm looking forward
I don't want to seem like damaged goods

But all the while I'm looking back over my shoulder
At what might have been but never was

No silver horned unicorn dancing in an emerald field
could make me believe again

Only the smell of your homemade soap can remind me of when the bloom was new

Only you holding my hand
Only your kiss can restore

Copyright - Kevin Watkins - 2011

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