A heart wished to be cared
And heart it is to be loved
Which both may find twined
In between fated lines of hope
I wish to care foremost
And I wish to hold at most
But to love I curse almost
As the passions remains gone without further hosts
For care can be tolerated
For love could be lost
In this parody of life
I find thy heart rot nearly almost
Plagued may I be tortured
Succumbed may I feel lost
But it may not compare to thee's pain
Which may I inflicted in thee's heart..deep below..
A word of forgiveness?
A plea for gratitude?
A thought of belongliness?
I am unworthy..
No comments:
Post a Comment