By Keza/Spiritedsoul And Charles Robert Lindholm/The Reluctant Poet
Your Words
Hurt Me,
Each One
A Pointed Dart
Aimed And Thrown
At My Heart
And Soul
Burning Words,
Like Hot Wax
Spit Upon My Skin
Your Actions
Showed Me Feelings
That Confused
My Tender Heart
Your Memories
Haunt Me
With Shadows
They Still Cast
Ever Present Ghosts
Whispering From The Past
Your Heart
Deceived Me
With Your Professed
Love
Like A Bee
You Fed
On Nectar
From My Flower
Promising
I Was Your
Only Lover
I Learned
That Was A Lie
When You Left Me
For Another
With No Good-Bye
I Still Hear Those
Ever Present Ghosts
Whispering From The Past
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