Let My Tombstone Read
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Here lies a women dead before her time
Struck down by guided arrows dipped in rhyme
A wound that first was sweet but turned to vile
It slowly sapped her strength and stole her smile
The words all worked their way down to her heart
Like chamber maids, each word then played a part
At first adoring, then they turned to be
The pseudo kind of love: hypocrisy
They mocked, and they abused her steadfast love
Made her to feel naïve, a helpless dove
Betrayals words they whispered in her ear
And made her fear the dreaded end was near
“Let tombstone read the truth not blatant lie:
'All those who trust in love in pain will die'."
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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