Shrew (triolet challenge)

I beg you not to go,
Yet still you do.
You wound me so,
But after every blow,
I beg you not to go.
Unkind to me, untrue,
I beg you not to go,
Yet still you do.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-10 at 19:26

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