Mon Coeur

Answering past accusations wrought in error.

When the fog rolls in

With gripping hands

And the skies turn

A grayish drear,

I am beside myself

Dwelling on betrayals

You’ve committed,

Sad that these acts

No longer harm me.

Once upon a time

I believed in friendship,

Love, comradery,

Only to learn it’s but selfish flattery.

How you were the same!
My sad lover,

Don’t despair

Though you’ve wronged me

And I am beyond

Your long fingers,

Your pale palette,

I’ve given you memories

To hold dear within you.

Though in error

Your accusations attacked,

I am beyond harm.

Oh, love,

Though your eyes

Are now clouded

In the shrouded fog,

I won’t blame you

Nor seek revenge

For past wrongs,

But karma may.

This fair lady

Tends to Arrive without delay.

 

Author's Note

Not my usual. No no no. The foggy scenery has not altered over the past days. The weather is constant.

Reviews

[AG]

seriously, how could you keep on writing like that?

i wish i had your style of writing.

really, another astounding opus!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

My oh my, seriously what a wonderful form of expression... your portrayal of love gone bitter is excellent... you have some real talent.

[Rachel DeHart]

I really enjoyed this. You painted a very clear image, and these lines are fabulous.
"But karma may.

This fair lady

Tends to Arrive without delay."