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I trembled ‘neath your icy glare.
Blown away,
not expecting you didn’t care.
Now I pay,
for laying all my feelings bare.
Yet you say,
that it’s all, quite truthfully, fair.
And I may,
If I am strong enough to dare,
play.
But only if I’d try your lair.
And yet stay.
For we could never make a pair.
We would lay,
upon the tombstone we’d prepared.
About the Creator
Debra Herrington
I've been writing since I was 16, I use poetry as a means of expressing my opinions and feelings.

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