10 Sunday Aug 2003
Written by J. Abram Barneck in Sonnet
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The crimson truth is all I ever know, My hopes, my dreams, rely upon your word. I yearn to trust not knowing you’re my foe That speaks and cuts me with a two-edged sword I base my actions on the truth I learn From lips impure that ruin heart and mind I gain the naught! Emotions mine you spurn. A road to leave confusion I can’t find I’m broken down by beauty’s feigned embrace Submissive glances giv’n you by my eyes The torment comes, illuminates your face No longer masked behind your many lies Because forged words like knives at me were tossed, The gift to share your life with mine was lost!
J. Abram Barneck.
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