I was betrayed;
You never stayed
On an altar of false dreams
I sacrificed myself, it seems.
Our connection died
Our love cast aside.
Your intimate touch
That I loved so much,
Was a passing passion
A fleeting fashion,
Smitten
Now bitten,
Yearning,
Burning,
In a heap.
Love may be free,
but it’s never cheap.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/February/2019
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/10/kiras-sunday-scribbles-29/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/smitten/
https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/rdp-thursday-intimate/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/14/your-daily-word-prompt-passion-february-14-2019/
Awesome poem!
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Well, thank you very much. I’m so pleased you liked it. π
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Lovely
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Thank you π
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Oh Kristian – you are a clever one!
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Haha, Thanks, Mel. π
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Love your poem.
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Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. π
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Excellence!!! π Hapy Valentin’e Day!
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Thank you and to you too π
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