I never meant to bruise your heart with pain,
To steal away this happiness with haste.
Truth be told: I'd much rather feel than feign,
and all your love have longer gone to waste.
I stand conflicted, and I now am broke.
I'm at a loss for the words that I need.
How do I tell you that I can't devote
without the lost ability to mislead?
Over my head now looms what I fear to lose,
but what I'd prefer to let go than break.
To lead astray would be but to abuse,
what I want is not his pure heart to take.
Guilty conscience draws ever closer still,
What he needs me to be I can't fulfill.
Mar 12, 2010
Mar 12, 2010 at 7:02 AM UTC
I never meant to bruise your heart with pain,
To steal away this happiness with haste.
Truth be told: I'd much rather feel than feign,
and all your love have longer gone to waste.
I stand conflicted, and I now am broke.
I'm at a loss for the words that I need.
How do I tell you that I can't devote
without the lost ability to mislead?
Over my head now looms what I fear to lose,
but what I'd prefer to let go than break.
To lead astray would be but to abuse,
what I want is not his pure heart to take.
Guilty conscience draws ever closer still,
What he needs me to be I can't fulfill.
(c) Joy Vanasse, 2009.