Our Future Foreseen

Sooner or later, my love, you'll learn
That all of the things you think I am
Are undone by the ones I think I'm
Not. You have given me joy. I am
Grateful for that, and I'm flattered...
And guilty. I'm sure you are wrong,
As my sins of commission/omission
Will prove. I will sunder your faith
In me, murder your love. When I'm
Finished, you'll leave, as I've known
You would, and, sooner or later,
You'll learn.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-02 at 19:46

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