False Hopes
"Is there any hope for me?"
I often heard her say.
She sat in the oak tree
Where as a child she would play.
I remember looking
On her pale beautiful face;
Wondering what she was thinking,
And if she'd ever find her place.
I thought I knew the answer
To her dark mystery.
I thought she was in love.
I hoped she was in love with me.
But then one day I saw her
Lying in another's arms.
I thought my life was over,
For she'd given in to another's charms.
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