By Trifles Betrayed Poem by Heidi K. Haskell

By Trifles Betrayed



'Twas three small things that wasted my last chance
And sealed my fate, cast me out to the unknown:
A single word, a gesture, a moment's passing glance.
Now no longer can I call my soul my own.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Heidi K. Haskell

Heidi K. Haskell

Heidelberg, Germany
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