Look
Look at him
Look at what you did
Are you satisfied with your work?
Are you satisfied that he won't be able to love again?
Look
He sits there
Never saying a word
Thanks to you
He sits there
Broken hearted
Denying the agony you put him through
Look
At your work
At the treacherous lost
You have now inspired
To transpire true
Look
Copyright © Summer Uchacz | Year Posted 2011
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