Friday, January 3, 2003

Jilted Comments

Rating: 3.9

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.


vickie bailey 18 January 2019

I like this poem. You can really feel the misery and calamity inside her heart, but ever so quietly. It's sad, but honest.

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