Not Paying It
Form: Spenserian Stanza
To say her love set me free is a lie
When it bound me to pain and feeling shame
In return desires to let go and die
“I didn’t mean it” her excuses claim
Again and again, it’s always the same
My freedom to be the price of her dreams
As I lost it all even my own name
This price of love is too high, so it seems
And I left to find peace and life by woodland streams
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Jezzie G 