All spun out like the chaff,
the fire breathing drags on,
clever little jots and tittles thrown in anger.
But nothing good ends well,
as the saying went.
I never wanted anything
but your happiness,
and I will not reciprocate the attacks.
I am not like the others,
and you know it.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
All spun out like the chaff,
the fire breathing drags on,
clever little jots and tittles thrown in anger.
But nothing good ends well,
as the saying went.
I never wanted anything
but your happiness,
and I will not reciprocate the attacks.
I am not like the others,
and you know it.
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