DisposableA Poem by Father MojoA Kyrielle
I once did love with all my love,
A love I was unworthy of; That much was proven on the day I was easy to throw away. She chose to have another life And live as someone else’s wife; But though she says it’s best this way, I was easy to throw away. Our love found its ironic end-- She says I should remain a friend; Yet, all her actions seem to say I was easy to throw away. Now I am routinely taunted; Her new life is daily flaunted. This is the point of that display: I was easy to throw away... © 2012 Father MojoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 3, 2012 Last Updated on September 3, 2012 AuthorFather MojoCarneys Point, NJAbout"I gave food to the poor and they called me a saint; I asked why the poor have no food and they called me a communist. --- Dom Helder Camara" LoveMyProfile.com more..Writing
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