I have tried
to find even a thread
of hope
of love
of anything
anything that would show me you care
I have written poems
about you
for you
just you
is this my last
I don't know
I still love you
I have cried
for myself
for you
for love
I don't know why I do it
the world is so cruel to me
you are cruel to me
it sickens me
that I still think good of you
think of you
even love you
yes my dear you have taught me
and taught me well
that when the heart is
ripped
broken
crushed
blood stains
the heart dies
and is given no more
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