my muse shared with me a secret
of your false love and appreciation
wishing not to endure
my affections any longer
How could you do this?
Lead me on to think we were something, anything
That light of which blinded me
was nothing but a mirage
Now i'm lost in the desert
And you won't rescue me...
Being genial, my friend, is obviously
not in your vocabulary
I have what you do not
and even if it may get in the way of pure thoughts
it's nothing but a sham
I don't mean anything.
Author notes
Amazing how cruel people can be. I trusted him.
Comments
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(wyatt)
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Dopey?
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nice one.
i like this poem...
is it about Dopey?
thought so.
good.
uumm...a little bit cliche...but i liked it. so don't get me wrong.
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