With my feelings, you played,
With love, my heart, you flayed!
For my true feelings, you showed disdain,
You continued to batter me, even after I was slain!
You encouraged my love aspiration,
And then, quietly led me, to its expiration!
You made me think, you had a heart of gold,
But, I knew not, to someone, your heart, you had already sold!
Love, I thought, was a rare blessing,
When I presented it to you, away did you fling!
I thought, of love, you were an Angel,
But my heart, with yours, could never gel!
With love, I thought, I would be elevated,
But, my heart and the love of my life, it deracinated!
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