ConfessionsA Poem by Tamme
Maybe it's better off this way Underestimate my power of suggestion Or, maybe, just a rhetorical question. A man in love, not thinking clear, Is the pawn I chose to steer.
I had these acts to commission All he required was ammunition. Maybe it was the tear in my eye Had each of them buying my lie. I never killed a single man At least not by my own hand.
With that said... Are they any less dead? To each I was married Before they were buried. And they will see me again Not one holding hope for heaven. Now sensing my death very near, It's my hell I honestly fear...
© 2008 TammeAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on March 7, 2008 Last Updated on March 8, 2008 AuthorTammePoconos, PAAboutSomething I have learned and you should know: It's not always all about me. I don't take everything so seriously, but don't take me as shallow. more..Writing
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