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I confessed my love to her In pretty words speaking softly, fondly And she spake unto me: You fool, do you not realize? You bring forth tears to mine eyes For thou hast not realized What thou hast said or done. Thy words are as an empty shell Deserted by its host, never to be full again. Thy colours are beautiful, thy words sweet, Yea, sweet to the taste, but vile in the pit. Thy heart—Thy heart is a heart of words. Thou art empty. Thou hast not found thy meaning. I protested, indeed, trying desperately To convince the beautiful creature Of my love and adoration But my heart, my heart of words Knew all too well that she spake truth. I needn’t press upon thy time any farther, I told her. And I turned my back. I turned my back from the light And simply walked away Unfeeling, unchanged.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
Heart of Words
I confessed my love to her In pretty words speaking softly, fondly And she spake unto me: You fool, do you not realize? You bring forth tears to mine eyes For thou hast not realized What thou hast said or done. Thy words are as an empty shell Deserted by its host, never to be full again. Thy colours are beautiful, thy words sweet, Yea, sweet to the taste, but vile in the pit. Thy heart—Thy heart is a heart of words. Thou art empty. Thou hast not found thy meaning. I protested, indeed, trying desperately To convince the beautiful creature Of my love and adoration But my heart, my heart of words Knew all too well that she spake truth. I needn’t press upon thy time any farther, I told her. And I turned my back. I turned my back from the light And simply walked away Unfeeling, unchanged.
#love#rejection
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 4:50 PM UTC
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