Desire You Swore ByA Poem by LeeAnne Peytonn
It hurts me enough
To see you hold her hand, But now that I know That you're touching her like you did me, It brings a bloody taste To my dry and wicked mouth. You put your desires Above the ones who actually cared. You thought with your wants Against what you need. You never loved me I do believe, You only wanted me For your games that bleed. You were a snake in my tall grass, Venomous yet beautiful- Now you kiss her lips And swear to her its her and only her. She'll believe you, Like I did. But she'll never forgive you, If you do what you did. © 2017 LeeAnne Peytonn |
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