Why
No blood upon the dagger,
Thou the cuts you've made run deep.
Only tears upon my pillow,
Where I've cried myself to sleep.
No rings of gold could save us,
When no promises you would keep.
2/10/2021
Bite size poem no 22 poetry contest
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Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2021
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