*still fussing around with this...




Sting

Jilted in a jaded love,

envy floated down

in a viridescent glow

onto the vaunty words

waiting  down below.

Together, entwined,

the words took flight

on the vespine wings

of an angry pride.

With emulous stings,

they pierced and plied,

spurious sins on the victims,

with wounds swelled

by the lies.

 





Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2014-01-13 at 19:21

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