my
heart was mislead now I stay in bed
I
am cognizant of my life of dread
wasn't
something that happened instantly
bombarded
by offensive imagery
just
doing my job was all you said
why
couldn't you just close your eyes instead
a
part of your life I'm willing to shred
I'll
be nice and do it with dignity
my
heart was misled
I
took a step back and watched as you bled
for
such a queen your bloods not blue but red
I
wish things could have ended differently
don't
want to bore you with a soliloquy
it
doesn't matter anyways you're still dead
my
heart was misled
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Rondeau
Poem
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