WIKKI, by LawlessBambi Subscribe to rss feed for LawlessBambi

It started with a kiss
A rough one
between Francis-
a heart and soul.
And a so-called-son-of-a-gun.

Letting Francis live
with open ears for her
to fill as she willed.

Ah by the chill of a February night,
Francis and her keeper
the mother, who on that night,
threatened her Franny.

Mother stormed the room
and interrupted an affair,
no surprise man had to bolt.
Out of the scene.
Franny crowns the wall with her plates.

Mother is on the hunt for man.
Want to lay my daughter she asked
Manage it at the motel may you,
though certainly no question.

The mom and girl their house
their life
screeched to a hault.

But it went on more and more.

Franny points the finger
at myself.
Saying i gave bad names,.
And a then her turn
to flee.

Because she would have him
if it werent for me.
She would have more pride
if it werent for me.

Because thats me
behind her back twisting and turning.
To turn a tizzy.

Truth set us free.
Mended the tears.
With some icy cold patches.
Which we think
bridges to an understanding.

Because for Franny used her mother.
on me.
Mother attacked man with my words.
As far as the mother,
She denied.
never had I
said anything of the kind to Franny.


all have said, say and will say.
but,
I don't hear you yet.
Posted: 2014-06-04 15:45:07 UTC

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