I should have known
The first time you spoke
I should not have embarked
This journey of false hope
My love neglected
Spilled to the ground
I siphoned it to a cup
Mixed with grit and mud
This heart raw in trying
The grey matter sticks tight
Disappear, disappear!
I will wash it with the oncoming tide
2 comments:
I like this template better..very nice.:-)
I LUV reading your entries. It relates a lot to what I am going through.
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