What is an antonym for ode?
I don't know, but I'll lament in feminine sorrow against frustrated love.
you, my suitor, make me choke, same shit different dick.
If only your crime could be legitimately tried, not suffered alone in my swollen eyes, your swollen pride.
She will not suffer me but I'll grow sick and green until you can no longer suffer my stench.
Does female beauty exist in eyes, deeds or hearts?
Mine falls at your first hurdle.
I'm too proud to compete. Not in this wretched contest, for what prize?
A heart I could never possess, a love for which I was never eligible.
If frustrated love is all men seek then let me freeze, relent to inertia.
I'll ape her obsequious lies, posturing in your cold sunlight-
silhouette of defeat.
the death of my faith in truth, love and thee
©2010
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