You've turned your back in pride waiting for my plea
No rights have you over me
Why should I be humbled just to appease?
Perhaps you think me wounded importuning for mercy ?
By words you wield like swords as you curse me
I will not respond lest by some vice I am seized
Though the love in my heart grips as an infectious disease
Tormenting me with her desire, refusing to cede
Yielding to her beloved, leaving me ill at ease
Either submit to abuses or force my heart to freeze
What price, for every choice a malignant degree
Monday, January 03, 2011
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