A Knight's Sorrow

March 30, 2013

Confusion

Filed under: Poetry — Harlequinn @ 8:31 pm
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Your little words,
Be small and curt,
Creates a wound,
Of septic hurt.
Cold and burning,
It festers deep.
Makes me ache,
With little sleep.

You don’t talk.
You push away.
Makes me think,
You want his way.
My limbs heavy.
My heart tight.
I think I’ve lost,
My will to fight.

I’m lost, confused,
About me and you.
What I wanted,
Was always you.
My dream for you,
Is happy, free.
So for now,
Ill leave you be.

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