When I first met you I thought this was it.
I mistook your innocence for purity
Mistook your lust for love.
I thought I could change you
But now the plot has turned!
Funny enough you thought you still had a chance…
So I granted it!
Until you saw who took you back
All of a sudden, I was you
Oh, how pitiful this was for you
But how can you blame me, beloved?
When this was the pottery you crafted
Voila, my love, your craft is complete!
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Author:
cerry (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2026 20:33
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Comments1
A poem of deceit and craftiness that ends in sadness. Nicely written
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