Venomous child, you deceived me.
So faithful was I to your every whim--
What turns you against me, malevolent matyr?
I rained music upon your ears;
Tempering each my words to your cares!
What turns you against me?
Giving all, I turned from light for you--
I forsook what all was right!
What turns you against me, spurious seraphim?
From my heart, you've shorn my cause;
Nothing else remains.
What turned you against me?
Please tell me what you think
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This kinda' reminds me of a mixture of two of my poems... only yours actually came out "good." - -; Ah, well; we can't all be as wonderful writes as our peers.
This is a rather sad poem, though, dear. I don't think I've ever read one like this from you before. I hope everything's all sorted out by now, and if not, is well on it's way at least.
♥ Victoria. -
Hm...
Who are you talking about? I hope it's not me...
It really sounds like you were hurt here. And not even an author's comment to hint at whom or why or whatever. Come on, DD, you know better than that! Now I'll want to know what's going on...
Well, and why this is the latest write when it's really quite old and out-dated for you!
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