Curse Poem by Trysta Due

Curse



I have the curse
of heart on sleeve
so quick to love
and to decieve,

My lies are vacant inside my being,
They are gone, no use beleiving
But I am now, your new possession
your new fate of old aggression,
Can I still remain this whole,
Or will your punches take their tole?

Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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