“Why me?” is the question, my love
That haunts me like a gloomy ghost.
When I, in the hour of twilight
Promised to offer you my soul
And chiseled your name
On the chest of my dim lit heart;
You showered me with the coyote lies,
Burning the trust all the while.
Don’t you know that a man
Who can’t stand by his words,
Is a man better dead?
Enjoyed the read, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYvonne,
Don't kill us like this...
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nice :)
ReplyDeletepiercing.
ReplyDeleteHey, don't u go about killing people :))
ReplyDeletelove the sarcasm b/w the title and the last 2 lines!! some men deserve it all - the sarcastic honor
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