![]() HurtA Poem by Graeme K Neilson![]() Sometimes you just have to get it out.![]() The covert operations of little importance. Nothing you say any more sticks in my mind. Your words flowing like water through a sieve. I told you everything, never sparing a thought at sharing my heart with you. And now you do this as though I am a channel To be changed on a whim. You take my trust, my pure and innocent love and throw it to the wind leaving me to bleed. Like a scrap from the table that a dog is not worthy of. I don't know why it took me so long To see you as the world does Without a heart I hoped to hold. Guess that'll teach me to trust again. Thanks to you it's pretty much all over for me now. © 2013 Graeme K Neilson |
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