The Ache
I am a known scribbler,
But tonight my words and emotions,
Conspire to confound me.
Those two conniving mockers,
Made light of me in my jubilation,
And then in my abject prostration.
Neither allowed themselves, ...
But tonight my words and emotions,
Conspire to confound me.
Those two conniving mockers,
Made light of me in my jubilation,
And then in my abject prostration.
Neither allowed themselves, ...