Shaylyn Roberts Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

Your sweet
Lies of love
Softly Whispered
In my ear
That told me
It would be alright
That made me believe
That brought me joy
That gave me hope
That made me think
That you were capable

Of love
Have
Become
Nothing
But lies
As cold as
your heart
And now
My heart has
Become
As cold
As yours
And I give to you
From my cold heart
What you gave to me
Which is nothing but ill
May the cold rain fall upon you
May you cry as the Jackal
Despised and scorned
and be cursed in your misery
By all
May life bring you
Nothing
But what you
Have brought others