You'Re My Enemy, Ceclia. Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

You'Re My Enemy, Ceclia.



You're my enemy, Ceclia.

Unthrill me, doth bend your eyes,
the captivating eye of lies-
bloodshot and behind,
the eyes in front that mind.


Your heart is one withered rosy one,
never chasing, cannot beat,
unthrill me with your expectations from me,
a doting figure, I can seldom be.

Dependence cruising over me,
a wish you have on me,
divorce the eyes, or untie your hatred,
hatred, that is digging into me.

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