
i was to make men drink their tears and eat the bread of sorrows. poem.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 107 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8772347
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(Written April 2012, after watching Masterpiece's Great Expectations)
Copyright 2012 saudade do coracao
estella
this was all to have been a game
i was to be enchanting and glittering and cruel
retribution
terrible and irresistible
a neo-helen who would wreck troy
captor of all men's hearts
and captive to none
i was to make them drink their tears
and eat the bread of sorrows
know their own frailty
instead i learned that the only hearts i can break
are ones undeserving
and i became entwined in a snare that i set for another
i discovered
i am not untouchable
though i thought i was
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