The Eighth Deadly Sin by Ron Carnell
If it's a sin to love,
Then I've sinned an awful lot;
I've hated when I should've loved,
And loved when I should've not.
Someday I'll try to figure out
Which class you should be in:
Did I hate when I should've loved,
Or is misplaced love still my sin?
Then I've sinned an awful lot;
I've hated when I should've loved,
And loved when I should've not.
Someday I'll try to figure out
Which class you should be in:
Did I hate when I should've loved,
Or is misplaced love still my sin?
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She claimed she left because she was losing her sense of self. There was only me, and us, and never her. Or so she said. It wasn't until later I discovered there was also him.
I remember feeling betrayed. She was the one woman I thought would never hurt me that way. And those feeling of betrayal grew, feeding on my anger and bitterness, until they were only a single step away from hate. I never took that final step. But it was close.
I remember feeling betrayed. She was the one woman I thought would never hurt me that way. And those feeling of betrayal grew, feeding on my anger and bitterness, until they were only a single step away from hate. I never took that final step. But it was close.
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as a poet myself, this is wonderful. i recently lost the person i shared my life with to another. reading this, made me realize exactly how i felt about the whole situation. thank you for putting into words what i myself could not. - jean |
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I loved it!-thank u for sharing your talent with me.My prayers are with you,good luck!:) - STEPHANIE |
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Beautiful!! - Cat |
