who am i
that i should lightly look on love
that i should take, twist, tarnish
and discard --
repeat.
she openly gave
and like a child i took
i suckled the life
i drained it of goodness
i ravaged her spirit
without warning,
i fled.
another, later
gave me the same
as a toddler i tore
scraped, shattered, soaked
and threw.
hers was a miserable state
and when my trickery was through,
i explained what i had done
(as if she didn't know)
but it could not excuse.
again/
again/
again/
I AM LOST.
until i learn
what love is:
love takes mud to make a brick
--takes a brick to make a house
--takes a house to make a home
now i know
she loved me,
but i was blind, unprepared
now i have learned,
but my time may have passed--
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