However would the morrow seem now,
Endless ponder I am sure awaits me;
Beneath the stars I saw the light;
Luck is mine for no one else to see!
Though fool I'm sure I must seem,
Truth be known, I see clear;
No more moments of time wasted;
Stories I won't be around to hear.
Loyalty should be an easy offer,
Given, it is, only in instance rare;
Matched by the lack of trust;
Face of expression we all share.
Thoughts read by a look of eyes;
Secrets revealed, though not intended;
Would not a better place be
One where none had pretended?
Copyright Beth Layne 1998
1 comment:
Brilliant... Reminds of a very emotionally unstable woman I met
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