The Masochist Poem by Lycia Harding

The Masochist



Love without hope must be my calling.

Calling, just hoping to hear it ring.

Ring in hand, near your feet I'm crawling,

crawling with loathing and loving it's sting.

Thursday, May 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: unrequited love
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