Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Sapped and Shattered

Bitter, I try not to be,
Like a rag, when you toss me,
I am no self effacing saint,
When innocence, you feint.
Manipulating my feelings,
You inflame my entire being,
Flinging me, every single time,
When I am feeling sublime.
Tightening my heart strings,
The torment always stings.
I shall leave you on your own,
You can carry on your intone.


  1. The feeling of being used! UGH! Very good write Blessings

  2. so sad when they play your feelings like this. Very well written


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