Monday, July 11, 2011
A young girl's confession
To some you were love
to me you were life.
So my tears were deserving.
I had wronged myself in this very idea.
Giving you my all, my everything.
I forgot that I possessed rubies.
That I was more, that I was lovely.
No wonder you wouldn't love me,
or want me. After I had s p r e a d
like an eager bunny
I wanted you, I hated me.
Through you I lost me.
Through you I found me.
Through you I had me,
and gave myself back to my king-
and he forgave me.