Where Is It
I’ve looked for it, I thought it was gone
But alas I see that I was not fortunate enough
Its smirking followed me with grace
Its mighty pen is weaker than the sword……
Oh heart of mine, why don’t you leave me alone?
You promised me you’re were going away
And yet within me, thumping you are.
Begone Satana!
Begone forever!
Copyright © Beauty In Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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