![]() Dear Queen RuinA Poem by O. Brink
I
thought I could open myself to you,
That you could walk within my soul, Again. I thought we could be true, That we could make diamonds from coal, Again. I thought that we both grew, That time took its toll, Again. Again, my heart you slew. Again, you left me in the cold. Again. I have nothing left for you. © 2016 O. Brink |
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Added on October 20, 2016 Last Updated on October 20, 2016 |