A darkened heart meets one still white.
Pious pride leaves you overcome,
With the sense of feeling
Not price of deed.
Each piece is revenge tasting bittersweet
You melted into their palms
Tricked by child's lies
And flirtacious qualms.
Not even an aliby needed,
For no remorse or regret is present.
Sweet success to be
And chicanery as your pawns,
A game until you take the king
Of hearts in your box
Where pursuers of decrepit love and spite
A memoir of the could haves, should be's...
You pay your last respect.