Another's thirst

 

 

Say, does she  brush her hair
to grace a mirror with one so fair
Does she still laugh a lot
With twinkling eye and innocent thought?
Tell me muse is her touch as soft
As I keep remembering so oft
a lifetime -nay two since last we met
So reveal once more lest I forget
Why stand I alone, aflame and cursed
while she quenches another's thirst?
 
 
 
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Sassylass's picture

a great poem

with sad results.

infidelity sucks!

great rhythm and easy flowing rhyme scheme!

bravo!


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