Thou! Enviously conveted my heart,
I have loved thee more than love,
The angelic seraph that haven't love me;
Than anybody else that I could have,
But, why did I extremely fond thee?
A brute of greedy and unjust love,
The root of deception and melancholy,
I thought thee were purer than a dove,
But only words bleed in painful agony;
Haven't thee saw my misery?
Imprudent and indignant,
Words that express much;
Fadeth like a sunset, in an instant,
Left in the dark and perceived nothing to see or touch-
On this fraudulent love.
This is suited for agonizing hearts.
by: Mckeily P. Quilang
©keilyyy
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