Monday, January 27, 2014

Having Your Cake and Eating It

I was afraid you would hate me
I am conceited, selfish, and unjust
No one but me could have you
Your love, your smiles, your jokes-
All mine
I was terrified you would love me
Ahh! That strange word, the nerves
What would I do then- love you back?
With what- my broken soul?
I was mortified you would leave me
Out in the cold, out of the fold
Of your wondrous company



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