long ago,
I was once given
one of the finest pieces
of cloth
only that the cloth was very small
and I had no thread
later,
I was given some nice
golden thread
I had sewn a tiny heart
on the cloth
the next day,
a boy asked to see
my fine tapestry
i was full of smiles
until
I looked at it and saw
a set of terrible words
on the cloth
as i read it my eyes
burned
"jealousy is a nasty *****
(b.d.s.)
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
long ago,
I was once given
one of the finest pieces
of cloth
only that the cloth was very small
and I had no thread
later,
I was given some nice
golden thread
I had sewn a tiny heart
on the cloth
the next day,
a boy asked to see
my fine tapestry
i was full of smiles
until
I looked at it and saw
a set of terrible words
on the cloth
as i read it my eyes
burned
"jealousy is a nasty *****
(b.d.s.)
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