Witty puns, cynical jibes, sarcastic lines.
They flow forth with casual ease, these rhymes.
Of evil humour and charming wit, O Tongue.
With words soft and meanings strong.
But a heart as cold as ice.
Reflected in those glittering eyes.
No warmth sits upon this breath.
That part of a soul bereft.
And every line a veil
To hide a lovelorn tale.
Of a heart so shattered
That it lost all that mattered.
Terence Nunis
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