The Dead Poet
If I could curse one person,
with full fury in my heart.
I'd damn the soul who abused these words,
that are keeping us apart.
For they tainted these lines, hurt you... and stole my voice.
Nothing kills me more deeply inside than this.
Forever mute and without a choice.
Copyright © Amy Greaves | Year Posted 2010
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