You thought you'd have it all.
You thought he'd be your prince charming.
But what did he really do?
He set you up to make you fall.
And so began the tale of his harming
Now what's he worth to you?
He's made you very small,
With stinging touch, so alarming.
Your pain only grew.
Now no one on which to call,
So ends the tale of your disarming.
No chance for life anew.
You carry on his hateful slew.
But not much longer worry too,
As your death's come knocking due.
Author notes
Prompt 2. Picture and picture title by zemotion.
(I didn't know what you meant by crediting the author when using the work so I did it anyway)
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loved the last line. thought it was a very good lil piece with some good flow and imagery. i enjoyed reading it very much.
thanks for your entry
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