Sunday, November 2, 2014

Used & Abused

I care.
I care about you,
   like the little bird who flew.

I would carry you home,
   you would no longer need to roam.

I would lift you high,
   up to the sky.

I would be your wall,
   never let you fall.

I could be your friend.
   who's time you could spend.

I would have been the one you needed,
   I even pleaded.

I would have been the light,
   you know I'm right.

I did care.
I can't care,
   because I can no longer bare,
   your hateful glare.

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