Sunday, December 20, 2009

Poetry can be a curse

As i look bac on older times
posts about love and eternal happiness
i think about it now and think "you are such a cock"
all these stories of love and hope
yet im STILL a single mum

In my poems and songs
i really truly loved you
and i loved you, and you too
but now i hate you all

such a sad little girl
a fool, fooled by lovers
never really understood it until
i was left here all alone

forced to stand tall
forced to be strong
forced to do it on my own
with no one to help me up

now i look back and think of the good times
how happy i must have been
and i hope and i pray for the day
when i'll feel that way again

Angela O'Brien
20/12/2009
(C) Copyright Australia

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