A finger in the pie!

Poet scribbles!

She was still

the same leopard

only her spots

had changed.

I use to walk

miles and miles

along the lines

of your smile.

Now I hang

from your frown.

Should I let go?

I was cut in two

by your love

but you did have,

a serrated heart.

Lets make that pie

that feeds your hunger

for your soul has

holes far and wide.

I was the good

in your good-bye!