Please desert me disappointing feelings,
You churn out misery.
It twists my heart under my torso,
Like thorns pricking my skin,
Promoting the release of liquid redness.
As his lexis are but shards of lies,
When pieced together form deceit.
But no more should it disquiet me,
Let him return to his sham of a life,
And I shall carry on merrily without qualms,
Never looking back at the blackness of the mist.
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Kristy, You really make your verse come alive with your emotions. The image of twisting your heart under your torso is a vivid one.