"Dark was the path
That you led me through
And your hand
the only map
I could ever wish for
And your lips told lies
Disguised of secrets
I so blindingly believed
But darling
an angel
And you were
Only not the good kind."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 29
"Dark was the path
That you led me through
And your hand
the only map
I could ever wish for
And your lips told lies
Disguised of secrets
I so blindingly believed
But darling
an angel
And you were
Only not the good kind."