April 29, 2008

Writer | Category Poetry | be the first

Ruin

Ruin

Want to see me in pieces

Want to see my failure

But you will not have that pleasure

Therefore not be able to

Since I am restless

And yet, is planned

Thou shalt not see tormented

This my breast torn

For my desire is controlled

Although I do ruin

From my own desire.

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