Downtrodden Maiden
The thing about love
Is that love
Does not exist~
I, alone,
In my darkest hour,
Think this-
I, now,
Have no heart
Nor peace of mind~
My bitterness,
And feeling of utter loneliness,
Has hindered all my intentions
Of ever loving-
This man-
With an infectious life.
Copyright © Caitlyn Kramel | Year Posted 2016
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