The Faults

I hope you feel tarnished
I hope you feel my pains�
For the passion I felt was true
Has begun to poison my veins.

You made me feel more passion
Then a thousand suns could heat.
But I found myself on my knees
Begging like a slave at your feet.

You still threw my torn heart aside.
I gave you my honor and swallowed my pride.
I thought my heart would be my guide,
But my hope slipped away with the tide.

How could this be love if I wish you harm?
This challenges my vengeful thoughts.
I knew it was never really meant to be�
Thinking of the turns and the faults.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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