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Still Same :: Swinburne Poem Form

Yes, I suffer, each night. After sunset alone spent time in fright, makes me upset. Tell me, why do you blame? Your acts gave a bad name. Why you try to defame? I can't forget. Each night I remember How you treated. Afraid of your temper. You created atmosphere of dislike. I always feared you'll strike. Never cared what I like, what is needed. Each night reminds those days how I was mocked. Daily taunts, insults, faze. Utterly shocked. When patience limit crossed, all happy dreams were lost abruptly I was tossed; that day I walked. Despite my suffering a lot for you; Really it’s puzzling how my love grew for you and there’s no shame to tell loved you, still same. Feel for you, I don’t blame, my love is true. ~x~x~
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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