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To Those Without Pity

Cruel of heart, lay down my song,
Your reading eyes have done me wrong,
Not for you was the pen bitten,
And the mind wrung, and the song written.

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  • SilverWolf
    September 16
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    just them four lines sure say everythin


  • August 24
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    This poem stimulated ...

    From guest waydownuponjoy (contact) me to respond, thinking full-well, that Edna was in denial of her heartthrob and trying to secret it away! So I added my words as a follow-up:

    Fool of art, pray I am I wrong
    For pleading sighs to you so long
    I must admit that after all
    You were the one my words recalled!

    joy
    (Edited at waydownuponjoy's request.)


  • Ahkam Moderators member
    August 17
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    thanks,

    thanks yemassee, its really awonderful poem.brief and to the point


  • Yemassee Moderators member
    August 16

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    It kind of says it all, and in four short lines.

    "Do not use my words to benefit your unkind intentions."

    I've seen it done, a writer's words being used with exactly the opposite intention that was intended.

    Of course it can be about someone reading a persons intentions or look wrong too.