Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Glint

Misused, confused,
My trust abused,
Your burning hands 
Were not refused

My life forsook,
Your touch, your look
My reputation 
Cost enough.

But how you lied
I'm cast aside
My dreams, destroyed
I see your pride

That devil quick, to spite, to fly,
The glint, that evil, 
In your eye.

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