me poet yeps poet
Deceitful - Poem by me poet yeps poet
trace their origins....
'tis too late....
as you will never find em
at one deigned place....
they have no heels to trace....
can you now them replace
make do will you...
you have the requisite grace...
your God alone will for you...
your happiness retrace....
with some one elses' skirts lace....
then leave her for being a disgrace...
with your embellished grace
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