2 July 2012

I struck you hard

And you fell down.

Bruised hands and knees,

Red faced with a frown.

I slapped you hard,

Hoping you'd shut your gob.

But too late it was done,

You'd done your job.

I listened to you again.

My heart not my head.

I tried to shut you up,

But hurt myself instead.

©Odd

OddHeart & Head • Opuss № I