You never served me well,
You didn't grow up too,
And you wonder why I gave you hell.
You are so blind it makes me Blue.
I never asked for fealty,
Didn't want that from you.
I wanted you to see as I see,
And understand what I hold true.
But you did not try.
Not even a care.
So now let me share.
This final Goodbye.
In this fight, you won't win.
If you continue, All will know of your sin.
I've been holding on to these sonnets. Ones that are directed to someone personal. But I want the world to read them.
Understand that this is not at you, but also understand that cats don't get angry. We get vindictive.