Through The Frost

Kurt Philip Behm

Like a wounded dog,

I can never forget

 

As the memories grow,

not fade

 

My warning stated,

“The Ice Is Thin”

 

Where my sun turns

into shade

 

If I told you once,

I told you twice

 

“There’s a line,
you’re not to cross”

 

But your love trespassed,

with payment deep

 

As my bite breaks through

the frost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2017 11:42
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