Sonnet 26
He can never find out at all
What is this game you play
I stumble and now I fall
Proof is where we lay
How you call yourself friend
Yet you turn your back on me
Tell me why must I defend
The trust I thought used to be
You gaze at her here tonight
How you want her so badly
She says your not her type
How did all this turn so madly
The lady has her own choice
The decision is there in her voice
poem by Suelynn Walters
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