Nothing More

Fear not;
’tis only my heart your
bitter cruelty has hurt.
Nothing more.

Fret not;
’tis only my soul your
wicked tongue has scarred.
Nothing more.

Worry not;
’tis only my mind your
twisted games have marred.
Nothing more.

Cry not;
’tis only my love your
heartless actions have spurned.
Nothing more.

Fear not;
’tis only all I am your
selfish ways have destroyed.
Nothing more.

Nothing more.


15 Responses to Nothing More

  1. Jules Lucton says:

    Every time you say you’re having a break from this you retaliate against yourself with an intense burst of creativity!

  2. Sounds like some biatch really did you over. Or you have an uncanny sense of others’ hurt. Hope it’s the second. x

  3. JMC813 says:

    WOW. Words can burn a hole into ones very soul…………
    Very good.

  4. 1jaded1 says:

    Sad. I would thump them…

  5. linamay says:

    Perfect as always.

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