Oh, so now she gives him wine
Yesterday they had a stroll
When tomorrow comes it will find her
Proudly dancing on his pole
Thou I am to meet her yet
One thing I will not forget
And that is to hate her more
For being someone he adores
"That's not nice!" I'll hear them curse,
"What an ugly thought to have!"
But I tell you what is worse:
Wanting something you can't have
Not until I'll fling my anger
Will I get a moment's rest
Envy burns me deep inside
While I place smiles on my face
If I am to be absolved
That implies I should forget
And all those moments shared between us
Were not meant to spell "Regret"
I will pay for all my sins
And I know the cost to well
They can have their nights in Heaven
While I'll gladly dine in Hell
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A.N. Love costs nothing for those who bask in it, but it costs so much for those for whom it is unrequited. And yet we cannot help loving for free...
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Confessions of a Scribe (Poems)
Poetry*-* Second place for poetry, in The Ibby Awards; 3rd Place in Souhait Awards *-* When words play around your head and you can not shake them off and you spat them out. No, it is not called insanity it is called poetry. The heart is beating, ears are...
