Matilda Poem by Saint Cynosure

I write to you but you don't read,
It's like a sacrament to my sorrow.
I pray for you but you don't believe,
in a GOD that controls tomorrow.
I dream for you to rest in peace,
but all you share are screams.
And I cannot grant you none of these,
without your trust Matilda.
I want for you but you've no needs,
so my want become my sorrows.
I plead to you in constant pleads,
while all you wants tomorrow.
And I am stuck within myself,
without your trust Matilda.