We were fools
Full of festering pride
Ignorant to what we had
When I reached out to you
You turned away
Knowing you would never lose me
When you came crying to me
I locked the door
Resolute you would never use me
We were fools
Full of festering pride
And now we live
Strong!
...and Lonely...
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A/N:
A theme continued and now left behind.
-DarthPadre
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Maximum Exposure
PoetryThis is a continuation of 'Exposed'. There is no theme per se, just poems i have written over the years. If you see something you like please vote, comment and share. If you think you see one of those one in a hundred poems, shoot me a note, i'm...
