For Those Broken HeartsA Poem by Bridget Murphy
I shall write a secret,
Of my love I prophess, While on my walls is writ My secret love that grants no rest. I wish but do not receive, And in this I wish Oh, I wish I would believe, In an unforgiving bliss. But I know he cares not, So now I weep alone, While in time I rot, Down to whitest bone. But my heart shall stay, To love and cry, Till the day, You know why.
© 2012 Bridget MurphyAuthor's Note
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