Here I kneel under skies
With a heart broken by your lies.
Tortured is my heart
And my soul is torn apart.
You turned away
And threw me into the fray.
You slept with him
And the light of my life grows dim.
But I refuse.
To be used
By someone like you.
I’ll survive, even if I have to lick the morning dew.
I pray to God, and rise.
I walk away from your lies.
I’ll never forget you
You or the morning dew.
Sincerely,
Sigmund Creed
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