Pale
The distrust inflames me
A tainted image
An angel fallen into the flames
How could he?
He stained my fantasy
Stabbed my trust
Maimed my dreams
And now all i have are ashes of what could have been
A dream killed too soon.
Copyright © Ann Okotha | Year Posted 2009
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