Scraped the Surface

His was a major role, he thought,

And hers, a minor part;

She only scraped the surface, but

She somehow hit the heart.

 

For moments kill – or right ones do –

And she was quite momentous;

And all his gold excuses proved

To be abject, horrendous

 

She was omega to his alpha,

Tinder to his coal —-

She only scraped the surface, but

She somehow nicked

The soul

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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