I had anticipated that my love story would conclude last,
With promised tulips—a delightful thought,
Yet all I found was a room filled with dust,
Transforming delicacy into folly.
I was truly upset,
Apologies and closure would never
Mend my broken heart,
The house would mock me,
as love and I remain forever apart.
Oh, I forgot the reverse card,
that functions for two;
offering for goods or letting desire take control of one's rage?
By Athea Ly
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