Would you feel I had betrayed you
Lied to you, even enslaved your
Feelings in a tangled web of lies
I'd chase after your hand in vain,
And ask if you were in pain
Because I seem to see it in your eyes
You mean to me so much a treasure
One that I would not dare measure
But I feel that I have crossed a line
To treat you now in such a manner
And fly under anothers banner, Seems
to me, much of a treasonous crime
This, to me, is not a game
This love of ours is not the same,
If I were to love another but at night, still call your name
I've burned myself upon our flame,
and still feel it was such a shame
But looking back, I see I have none but myself to blame
My dearest, I feel such a fright
When I think back to the night
When under a starry sky, we nearly kissed
And in search of something better
Lost our own young love forever
And it will be left a chance that we have missed
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painted poet
PoesiaWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
