You're just another Brutus,
Passing out the crown of thorns.
Your rose blossomed
And a heartless individual was born.
A veil over my eyes,
Narrow was my thinking.
Marriage in the wings,
My heart was pleading.
Tossed aside
After so long.
Lost and abandoned,
I did not know right from wrong.
Rebellion set in.
A mess I became.
Slowly finding my own way
And name.
I dabbled in delight
Was scorned with shame,
Through the many lessons,
I became tame.
I became a new me,
Your influence on me faded.
I thought I was fine,
But my heart was still jaded.
A man came in
And stole my heart away.
He keeps telling me
He's here to stay.
Petrified of a past repeat,
My heart lies still,
But wanting to dive in
And claim its thrill.
You've scorned me
For the last time.
Right now, I dictate thinking of you
Is a crime.
Goodbye, so long, adieu.
For the last time, to B.D.S.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
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