You were the archer and deception was your arrow,
You were a deft in filling my life with sorrow.
You pulled the strings with all your might,
The arrow shot forward to take it's flight.
I was your aim,
It hurt me so much to know that in your heart I didn't remain.
And right when I felt it was better to die,
I felt the arrow strike and you screamed, 'Bull's eye!'
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YOU ARE READING
Limerence
Poesia''They were no more together. But she lived in him forever. '' #3 in poetry (29/08/2016)
