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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Sacrifice..Do Not
Sacrifices made in the dark Promises rendered useless Why for you say those words to me? Why do you take away my dignity? Sacrifices need not apply Promises I do not need in ice Cold, frozen, icicles build Upon my beating heart, do not feel Do not fret, my fair dear Your body will wilt And I won't shed a tear Do not sacrifice yourself for me I dare not take an inch, out of pity Alas, you continue to say and do That which I know Will never come true Do not ask for me to measure The worth of your love It will only be a whisper Upon the wings of a dove Sacrifices made do not make me feel It's your icy words that help me to bleed Cut out your promises from still beating heart And leave me to my misery in this eternal dark. raw || truth |