Sonnet of the Heart Do you delight in torturing me Oh supposed friend of mine? I thought That best of friends destined we were to be. But I’m just a little toy to you, you thought To use, abuse, and leave me to rot. And on to another you would run As for me you care one bit not. So you left me like a fish in the sun To think in you I once felt deep love But now it is you I do not trust. No more shall I come to your gallows grove So now our love crumbles into dust Abuse me again you shall to never Now get out of my life forever. Clark Smith
