by: Sarah

You conceited wretch
I’ve pondered you.
It’s within these walls of
A man like him would fall to his
Begging for love in such misery
Your very soul a vicious twist
The one that most seem to miss;
Not despair but, mistake.
Your deadly bite after it’s too late.
Your solace acts to use us all,
Then cut all ties leaving him broken
Alone to die.
A spot light you wanted
Well it’s on you.
Priorities matter it’s not all about you.

I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. That patience pays in the end, and that love will always overcome the darkest of days.

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