Her trusty heart was drained today of care;
For ailing pups and worn out wings and lost
Souls drowning in their cups at such a cost--
The kicks and cuffs that only she would bear.
He rages but can't hurt her now or taunt
A passion he endowed with careless lust
And cold abuse he piled on broken trust
While killing time with whores he loved to flaunt.
Her blackened eyes will see no more of blame
Or dwell upon a lover's feigned regard
That mesmerized her soul but left it scarred
And helpless to escape a cunning flame.
A trusting heart that finally has flown--
With love reflecting hate in polished stone.
It takes an Athlete to Dance, but an Artist to be a Dancer. Some people learn how to dance, while others are born to. Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to Dance in the Rain. Dancing with your feet is one thing, Dancing with the Heart is another.
No comments:
Post a Comment