You-Know-Who

In return for the love, the love I had for you,
you stabbed me in the chest, an attempt to pierce my heart.
You must've planned it well, deep inside your tiny shell,
and although I live, to dine within this hell,
I stand alone, waiting to rebel.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2016

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