Comments about arnold berube
Make You Believe
I was trying to find a poem...
to sum up my sorrow at the things i have done,
but its not possible, ... there simply isnt one
I hurt you to the core, these hands did the job
your trust and feelings i broke...*sob*
there is nothing i can do, to rescind what ive done
i might have well as put it to my head, a loaded gun
you were mine again, after i hurt you last
and everything that was, you threw in the trash
the heart you drew, so beautifully for me
now lays crumpled, and i never got to see
before i hurt you, everything was true
the kids the house, and ...