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#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone,
Hoping to get a cure, deep down the bend,
For it made me a fiend, with a lot of shends.
Prop was my soul, before been a pale,
Time made it changed, from cheery to a weak,
All it searched around, was for some warmth,
Came at the end, was a hug of deceive.
Shattered was the soul, cloaked with wounds,
Healed were the pains, left with scars,
For the cure was desire, ended with pity,
Cursed was the soul, befriended with bane.
© barbatos
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone,
Hoping to get a cure, deep down the bend,
For it made me a fiend, with a lot of shends.
Prop was my soul, before been a pale,
Time made it changed, from cheery to a weak,
All it searched around, was for some warmth,
Came at the end, was a hug of deceive.
Shattered was the soul, cloaked with wounds,
Healed were the pains, left with scars,
For the cure was desire, ended with pity,
Cursed was the soul, befriended with bane.
© barbatos
