Intent my
Your words stand thick within
head.
my heart they sit and stare. The numb, deprived, and dead. remember those flattery lines once read,
Within are I
so falsely written, so naive but believed.
Your hope was based upon me. A prayer I would see a friend in you
sent out that
and you
in me. "You know much you mean to me". Well what is much and what is mean?
What you speak
I
will never see,
and
I
do
not believe.
The
picture so beautiful as
different aspect of
be and what
it
How I mourn Not
how
it
you
used
are, yet a
to
should be.
and lament and grieve.
for the dead, but for
one who doesn't
care for me.
Was
this a
mistake?
I
thought
my
feelings
were mannerly.
What was your intent supposed Life as
it
to
be?
turns out will never allow
perfect harmony.
Your words within
my
heart,
never another hung upon
my
your picture wall;
you
alone, so precious and dear will always be
loved by
me
with great sincerity.
Joseph Earl
