Rant Poem by Donna Secrest

I'm in love with what might have been

In love with my expectations of us

What I thought is not

Will it live or rot

Is it real or is it sin

Time to look within

I prayed you would carry my pain

You nailed it to the floor

I can't lift the weight any more

Look down on me if you must

Because this is my fairytale of

Lust and angel dust

Serve what we deserve

I got yours in reserve

Respect or suspect

Either way baby the trust will rust

I'm in love with what might have been