The Lovers Scorn
By Cwm
No! the anguish of a lover's scorn, thy secret strife, not known when born, remembrance seeping with full of plight, falling, dead mistletoes, fall through-out the night! Pain, unbearable,savaging, feel thy pain, from the cries of ravaging. The nighttime tragedy, come to rend. petals of tears, drown gloomy souls, till the very end! ~CWMUnbearable, the fall of love, ouch! ~CWM Written April 17th, 2002 © on Apr 18 2002 10:28 AM PST 0 • 8
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