The Well - Rondel Prime Or French Sonnet
My mind follows, where heart can not lead,
Thriving on pain,inside me,is an empty well
I think I've found a way out of this dread,
To stop pain, from my past to dwell.
Wounds can now be healed,no longer bred,
Don't bother to call me,I sent you to hell
My mind follows, where heart can not lead,
Thriving on pain,inside me, is an empty well.
Love is buried now and from you have fled,
Never to be found again,no more is to tell
No longer I am under your cruel spell,
Tired of playing your games, rather be dead
My mind follows,where heart can not lead,
Thriving on pain,inside me,is an empty well.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005
October,27,2014
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