18 November 2009

New Woman

Like a dried up snake she’ll shed her skin
Don’t much like the one she’s in
Her chance
To be born again

She’ll trade-in her battered heart
Pump fresh blood and jumpstart
Her run-down body
To fully charged

Into the graveyard of broken hearts
She’ll bury her shattered parts
Toss on the garbage
Hurts and scars

Purged of her past sharp and smart
On cylinders firing
She will emerge
A fresh new start


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