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
