Devil Arts Date: Friday, 10th October 2014 @ 03:53:28 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: ramfire Please tell me what’s the use in loving you. I know you’ll never be mine. Each time I come away from you my heart’s broken by careless words that work their rue, driving me back in pain to waiting wine. Hurtful words that seem so like sharp thrown darts. Weakly, I have forgiven you each day. Hate, love splinters me into many parts. No resolve, loathing self, I have no spine. Oh God in heaven I’m lost what’s the way. She’s queen of Devil arts. This poem is Copyright © ramfire Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179428