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Little King of Sorrows


Bittersweet Confusion


Deathbed Promises,
Made in vain,
Intentions pure and love so strong,
Replaced by waves of pain.
Agonizing visions,
Of dreams that never came,
Nightmares that awake me,
In tears too real to tame.
Signs rained down upon us,
From the sea and land and air,
A blind man could have seen them,
Yet you left without a care.
Who am I to earn this fate;
From friend to love to foe?
So viciously led astray,
With nothing left to show.
No mercy to be shown my way.
No words to heal my heart.
Only bittersweet confusion,
And regrets from end to start.
I never asked to have it all,
Just a chance to show I care.
And this is what is left for me.
No goodness left to spare.
I'll never understand these things,
Which I've seen and felt from you.
For every broken heart you claim,
You can mark me down for two.


9-17-2012

© 2013 L.K.Sorrows

Submitted: Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 12, 2013
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