Woe Betide Me


There’s a certain spirit
That’s afflicted by a chill
Because of an emptiness
That only you can fill
Coincided by a failing heart
That only you can save
Because you and your passion
Are the only things they crave
Woe betide me
If you’re not soon beside me
– Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
© 2008 

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