Still his wife alone Fatalistic heart haunts any future wishes People are coming to me, but to them all; I’m dead There is only one face my mind can see Just one solitary known alone He lingers in my head? He is my home The key that only fits this lock known He’s my everything; I gave myself too, forever sown My mind, soul and body are his alone To give anything to another is to me like; wearing the wrong size shoes There is no fit, my feet have known comfort and they were wholly snug But now I walk unbalanced that others easily see Many have offered me their pair to try, flatteringly But I am promised and this is all; for now I can be!
Posted on: Tue, 17 Sep 2013 18:06:10 +0000
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