A FLEETING LOVE
If thou could see the monster in me,
then they would run a thousand miles,
they would flee.
But what is the monster, than that of myself,
Of the tired fleeting heart that longs for lust,
Nothing like himself.
If thou could see the love I bear thee,
then they would run a thousand miles,
they would flee
But what is love to those who I seek,
of the tired fleeting heart that longs for lust,
nothing like himself
But no more shall they run or flee,
for they shall realise their mistake,
and thou will love me
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Poetry from a Broken Heart
PoetryA collection of poems written from the heart. Based on some life experiences, dreams, thoughts and deepest desires.