Final Spin You trust. You hurt. I know the score, so why do I let myself care? Why do I try at all? Must my emotions always win? By now, I must be on my final spin. I cannot survive much more rejection. Take it all - my genuine affection - but just dont chuck it straight back in my face. I wish that I could hold back, just in case I end up hurt again. I wanted to. Yet, still I trust - because its what I do. I live. I learn. What difference does that make? Another fragment of my heart will break each time, until I have no heart at all. Then, Ill get to hide at last - behind my self-erected wall. copyright: Paula Puddephatt, October 2013
Posted on: Fri, 22 Nov 2013 01:54:48 +0000
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