Somehow between the paradox of
heaven and hell is where my soul
was left with you
Twirling so fast like a volcano trying
to erupt, smoke from the burning
ashes signifing the empty desire
you left with in me
Howling like the tropical wind upon
a fierce strom at sea, I can still
recall every word you said to me
Recalling exactly where you stood,
the cologne you wore I can close my
eyes and still see the october moon
A paradox of heaven and hell, you gave
me the heaven but never told me there
would be hell...
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-paradox-5/
