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The Bitter Dregs Of Doubt.

Updated on January 2, 2010

 

The Bitter Dregs Of Doubt.

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In sin you ate my weary soul,
your jealousy prevailed,
you thought that I
was cheating you,
assuming you

were wronged.

It tinged your
sweet voice bitter,
turned you

so inquisitive,
on where I was
and what I'd done,
grilling me intrusively.

Chasing shadows in
the gleam of love
that beamed pure

from my eyes,
till it dimmed with  
little doubt that you,
had trust in me at all,

Every time

we were together,
tiny nagging

questions crept,
from your lips that
used to whisper love,
now curled

downward

to accuse.

Insinuations,

formulate,
incrimination's birth,
incinerating

all my dreams,
over incidents

fictitious.

Perhaps some

jealous girlfriend,
who had her sights

set on me,
was the instigator

of this plague,
cancer to the

love we knew.

But now I

won't insinuate,
that it's past my

time to leave
you to some guy

who might betray,
you somewhere

down the line,
than all that you

suspect ....will be,
most truly justified.

 

©-MFB III

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      tnderhrt23 7 years ago

      Wow, MFB, this is intense and very sad! The third verse,

      "chasing shadows in

      the gleam of love

      that beamed pure

      from my eyes,

      till it dimmed with

      little doubt that you,

      had trust in me at all"

      is my favorite.

      your emotion and pain is vividly painted with words that have fluidity. Again, wow! A little jealousy is perhaps a sign of love, but major jealousy is love's killer, and a sickness.