*still fussing around with this...
Sting
Jilted in a jaded love,
envy floated down
in a viridescent glow
onto the vaunty words
waiting down below.
Together, entwined,
the words took flight
on the vespine wings
of an angry pride.
With emulous stings,
they pierced and plied,
spurious sins on the victims,
with wounds swelled
by the lies.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2014-01-13 at 19:21
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