Oh...

Oh, My
Starry eyed surprise.
What you thought was an angel
Was just a mundane prize.
Oh, Why
Is this demise.
What seemed as a butterfly
Fluttered past as lies.
Oh, Cry
Such a sad surmise.
As the scarred serpent
Stings this otter's hides.
Oh, Sigh
How the time flies.
This treach'rous gypsy
Has blocked All my tries.
Published by jungles
13 years ago
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