It's an eternal punishment.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Got donation of love as the ancient sages said I would.
Only from time to time.
In a checkered history.
As queen on a chessboard.
Always being taken out.
My love spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
I cannot measure up to her.
Poetic justice.
That's for me
Was predicted by the seers.
Forsooth, that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
Once unlawful utterance he gave to me.
I love you said he.
In him I placed belief.
In loves space I leave behind a wreath!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
It's an eternal punishment.
Bereft of love in darkest place.
Got donation of love as the ancient sages said I would.
Only from time to time.
In a checkered history.
As queen on a chessboard.
Always being taken out.
My love spread across the pages of a dated tea stained periodical.
Written in love letters in pure poetry.
I cannot measure up to her.
Poetic justice.
That's for me
Was predicted by the seers.
Forsooth, that I shall die alone.
In a vendetta of being on my own.
Once unlawful utterance he gave to me.
I love you said he.
In him I placed belief.
In loves space I leave behind a wreath!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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