Promises Given--
Candy Coated,
I Wish-I Dream.
May I Be A Fool?
I Ask With My Dainty Hopes.
What A Lie,
Stricken-
Other Know Not My Ache-
Nor Do You.
It Will Pass They Say...
Then Why Am I Left Alone,
In The End?
Once My Friend,
Then Turned Sour.
I Should Have Listened-
To Your Self-Descriptiveness,
Violated-
Welcomed.
Care No More.
More Dead Than Alive...
What Joy Is This?
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Draven Taylor (1994)
