Best Wishes, Tainted
whisper my name
as a cold shot of pain
the aftermath of a requited cruelty
reminds me of the perfection we could never be
but now it's over,
i can't find my soul
now it's over,
i'm wandering alone
despite the joy for which we fought
too many promises returned nought
but what makes me sick to think
is that the ravenous jealousy inside me
can't bear to picture your face,
since, rightfully, someone pure has taken my place
r_thom '12
Copyright © Ryan Thomas | Year Posted 2012
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