For P L
Yesterday I made a promise,
That I knew I would break’
On a grandstand, I blew a kiss’
So that my life I’d make’
Shallow tears, O shallow tear!
Wicked heart, O you so wicked,
I am but a chosen smear -
In the least, I become a rich puppet.
Copyright © Joshua Ryngksai | Year Posted 2019
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