Leaving You Bereft
Together close your eyes
and see the darkness,
for it's but a disguise
to hide your loathness.
Of him, him that holds lust,
the bearer of non-trust
with the face of an angel,
and you, you damned damsel.
Blind you fell, for him
too quickly and prostrate,
before life went dim,
him you had to truncate.
Just like that you grasped
at what you had left,
it may have been very rash
leaving you alone and bereft.
What's done is done though,
Happiness may come and go.
For what you choose to believe,
taken, leaving you dark and bereaved.
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