you know it's true.
I hate poems that rhyme,
but I'll do it for you.
This blog was for me
I showed it to you
Not for you to comment,
but for you to see true.
I'll change because I love you
not in a weird way, I promise
However it seems,
a divide is upon us.
I trustED you.
You know it's true.
I hate poems that rhyme,
but I'll do it for you.
It's not you I promise
It's all human-kind.
I thought maybe you'd get it:
a rare person to find.
I see now that I was wrong,
I'll go back to being caged.
Nothing you say
will make my rage and hurt assuaged.
I trustED you.
You know it's true.
I hate poems that rhyme,
but I'll do it for you.
My apologies do nothing, I see that now.
ReplyDeleteBut there still is a glimpse of light,
a small burning candle lit at the end of a tunnel.
That light, is hope, is trust, is friendship.
One that can't be broken by a shear wrong utterance.
If I could, I would, you know I would,
but I can't, so I leave it as is.
It's not for me, but you to decide.
I've done all that I can and I'm done.
But you, you hold all the keys to all the doors in this little game.
It's up to you to decide my fate.