The Poet's Scroll
Friday, December 12, 2014
Taken
How you feel
Is not my fault
I still reel
From the pain
Of your lies
Three little words
Repeated
‘Till I died
Yet still dying daily
Wounded by the
Promise of your love
Taken and given
And taken, again
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