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Regrets
By: L. M. Mercer
You told me the things I wanted to hear,
You treated me the way I longed to be treated,
You made me feel that I was special and loved.
How was I to know it was all a lie,
That in your eyes I was nothing more than a joke,
Merely a way to pass some lonely time.
Now you have decided its over—our affair at an end,
There is nothing to do and no words to be said,
As a final farewell know this—One day you will realize what you gave up,
Live well, alone with your regrets.
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About the Author
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Even though she has been writing for some time, L. M. Mercer has never
had her work viewed by the public at large. She had mainly used writing
as a release for her stressful existence (never intending for others to
read her poems), but was badgered into submitting some pieces by friend
and coworker, Kevin Magnus, who told her to 'Stop wasting your talent'.
While never admitting to him that she is very grateful for his badgering,
she will henceforth share with us her talent, both lyrical and oft times
somber, now that she is our senior contributor at the "World of Myth".
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