Meredith Pendragon

Holding the empty bowl of fruit
I curse an idea into my skull.

Draw the line here. We are
Two of a kind, left with emotions
That we have no use. We have
empty feelings.

Love is a worthy cause and affect.
Meredith represents all that fails
In love. I gave her away to a world
of my fantasy – she was my obsessed
Thought.

I stabbed at Heaven’s seat with
the idea of love between man and
Woman

I was in love with an idea.

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