he walked the dark streets
alone with his aching heart
she had betrayed him
where once love blossomed
he now knew only sorrow
she loved another
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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5 comments:
interesting words!
Feel sorry for him.
Thank you Sandra for reading my poem.
Melanie
Harshad my friend don't feel sorry for him for she still loves him. Thanks for stopping by.
Melanie
Been there, done that, Melanie. A lot have, both sexes.
But he should recover although it might take a few years. The recovery will not be one hundred percent, at least for me.
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