I can't get it out of my head
When you said the words, I dread
And they weren't whispered on the wind
Said with a spite that hit me from within
How could something wonderful to see
Have ended with such spiteful words so easily
And which one of us is the righteous one
Now that everything has come undone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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