[CLOSED] - Poets Pub 2020 - Biggest Competition Ever Vol. 2

Tainted Love (seeliefey) wk-6

Tainted Love

My heart, my heart, of fragile strings aflame,

Unknowing and blind, blinded by beauty,

Upon the whisper of his name.

A master of words, he was gentle, he was cruel,

So much that when he spoke of promises,

I embraced them, believed him like a fool.

I gave and I gave and I gave,

And he kept taking, taking, taking,

'Til he tired and tossed me to the grave.

My heart, my heart, a frozen valley vast,

My first love is but a ghost, and,

My lover, just a shadow of my past.