Played

Played

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

She got played.
Did she ever deserve love?

Her heart unfolding
over and over,
only always to meet
a dead end.

Looking, touching and loving.
Understanding what
the soul is 
with eyes wide open. 

© 2015 I Am Svetlana


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Added on October 21, 2015
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I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI



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"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..