When our love died it made me whence.
I shook my heart I fled. Defense...
...was what I had to do to free
myself for you did not love me.
And I came to with out a trace
of memory of your light face.
But I see now how you were left
with nothing but my baited breath.
So I was anxious for your love
that you could not give; were above...
...the pleas the anguish I gave you.
And now my heart is bitter too
copyright 12-28-2008©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem