Singed Sanity
Standing stilland smiling,
I can pretend to
plight your pity.
Feeding forced forgeries
between this threat,
I regret what happens next.
I shake your shameful hand.
Don't dare dream
that this isn't dramatic.
I still hate you.
Singed Sanity
Standing stillHarverTomsson commented on Singed Sanity
08-04-2012
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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