Saint Cynosure Poems

I gave myself to you,
to do with has you do.
Sad and in untruths,
I cry now cause you raped me.
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I am broken and in despair,
and yet she laughs has not to care.
I cannot help but feel Ive wronged,
in such a dismal stay.
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She cuts herself for punishment,
that's been cast upon her heart.
Her soul desires betterment,
but don't know where to start.
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Viola cries herself to sleep,
each night because of me.
The things I have shared with her,
it seems have darkened all her dreams.
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I feel alive when in you eyes,
I get a chill by touch.
I never have in all my days,
desired one so much.
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We lie together in one space,
sharing breath while face to face.
Lost in raptures sweet embrace,
lovers for forever.
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Awakened to a world of hurt,
with a mouth of mud and flavored dirt.
A heart that all but lives to lurch,
a spit of bloodless splatter.
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You cannot run,
you cannot hide,
I am never satisfied.
I'm the price you pay,
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I don't just see in black and white,
there are some hues I view.
And when I flash my pearly whites,
best hope its not at you.
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Pens and quills everywhere,
but not a dropp of ink.
Paper stacked in 9 foot piles,
mankind on the brink.
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