Promised to bow
Myself to lose
Don't ask me how
I dared to chose
Or how I used
My poisoned rose
To keep him close

There I was to stay
And give you the key
But far, far away
You'd soon find me
For then you'd see
Where there is lust
There is no trust.

Poetry by zana
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Written on 2012-06-28 at 00:30

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice!