10: RUE OF YELLOW IMPEACHMENT

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RUE OF YELLOW IMPEACHMENT

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I prayed to God we shouldn't cross paths,

After you abandoned me to sink in a blood bath.

I've often wondered how it would feel

to see you in the aftermath, but not with her...

I imagined it aches, but your face seems blurry.

The love had ended, but its cause remained a mystery.


Did you truly lose respect and become heartless?

But why is this directed at me? I attest...

Why can't you be more honest?

about the feeling you suppressed.

Instead of leaving me in the mist, I feel betrayed.

I moved on, but the poetry remained outraged.


I'm sure that you got the peace you sought,

with the girl you said I ought not to worry about.

You never apologized and repented for taking my sanity,

But I cannot blame the man who is robbed of love from his mommy.

Spears in your lips and deceit in my being, persist in gushing.

The impeachment has seized my sage; such a rue ending.



















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