Stupidity - Poem by Elizabeth Fletcher
'I know him', is what I thought.
My heart burns as if shot.
All he ever brought was pain,
But I would pray that he came
So I could see his face.
His scent I can almost taste.
My heart that once felt the fire of desire,
Now feels the heavy weight of sorrow.
I have a lust for him that is dire.
I lose all hope for a happy morrow.
Who is stupider? Him for asking this of me?
Or me. For complying and doing his evil deed?
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