Sunday, February 22, 2015

PIECES

Pieces of me
Scattered on 
The floor 
My faith alone 
Could not 
Keep you 
From walking 
Out that door.
Pieces of me
Now blown
In the wind 
Try as 
I might 
I just 
Cannot pretend 
...that you ever really loved me!

1 comment:

  1. A shame that LOVE seems to never live up at the end to what one hopes it to be.. Starts with hope, faith, trust, dreams and then gets all messed up... For Some people that is.

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