YOU ARE NOT THE ENEMY


Sacred the oath we swore,
Swith love I wore,
On hills my love bellowed,
Blaring enough you heard not.

Your manacles as free as independence,
Yanking my essence,
Termless lingered the night,
Trite in that beamless nook.

It's over raged my unclad self,
Stealth in his sabotage sounded he divorce,
Blinded by a seamless torrent,
To him I mumbled "she is not the enemy".

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