Saturday, January 22, 2011

My pain

I praised you as my kindred heart
And loved you as my own
I lavished care upon your woes
And never left you ‘lone
But to your heart you always looked
And kept it selfishly
You never let me in that place
Twas cold and terse to me
Did you ‘ere call me friend
Or know me as your kin
My heart the road most trampled on
Be trod upon within
I am the one that cares for you
And it shall be my sin
I’ll never learn to guard my heart
But give it once again.

- Trish 2011

1 comment:

  1. You write great T, but so sorry that sometimes it comes from where it does. :(