Quatrain of Love Awry
Love Awry - when love goes bad
Loud be thy spite, slap across
the face, stare
with dagger
eyes,
Love wholly deceived, wrestled
feelings from
pig squealing
crys.
Hurt to the bone, crushed
emotions as if
leveled with
hate,
Life no longer generates a thrill,
now that lost love
ruined my
fate.
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