NEVER BLOWS SO RED

As I find myself,
Wishing to write to you
Some words to rhyme.
It's a poem, they call it
But to me, pieces of heart
That I serve for you.
But words I don't find,
Neither do they rhyme;
Coz the words I have,
In simple words
Are not yet defined.
Still I find a phrase for you,
With some sense to find -
"The cast was blown
After you were refined."
 

Roushe

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