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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.

2 comments:

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

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

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