Love/My Life A Cameo

Breaking through my mornings have become a hard nut to crack...A heart filled with the goodness that come naturally to adults...The sweet caresses of its lingering touch has one going through the afternoons in a daze...Never thinking that its sweetness would ever turn sour...Prolific writers have tried soothing the mind on its tender hard sides...But what man listens?...It's scintillating touches has one playing foolly to its rythem...The pleasure-pain experience one is yet to understand..........Like the coldness of the sleek silver rails in the bathroom,my heart recoiled as I heard the doctor say 'I'm sorry Ma...Ummm...I mean'...'do you want me to get the door' I said out of jitters...'No..Please sit and listen' he said..'listen?' my head screamed..Listen to the drumbeat of times I sold out for a cheap mossle...This is twilight without wrinkles...Today's cascade, Tomorrows casket...