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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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More in The Poetry of Rygar

today

I sat there…

Right in front of you.

Reading the words

That were created just for you.

My love for you overflowing,

Spilling on to the paper,

In the form of salty rain.

My pain evidenced by my shaky hand

And trembling voice.

And there you sat,

Seemingly unmoved

By the emotional display

Unfolding before you.

I collapsed in your lap,

Sobbing uncontrollably …

Leaving behind moist reminders

Of my pain, stained upon your shirt.

Your answer hasn’t changed.

But your love for me has.

You carelessly discarded my heart

Like the spent tissue

Used to dry my tears.

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