Playing the part I was born to play In this encore performance How nice of you to cast me in this role The pleasure is truly all mine
Oh I'm cute when I'm angry? Well take a picture please For a modern day Venus You have awakened
I feel I must thank you For deeming me worthy of your cause Keeping your heart safe and warm Until a new owner came along
Thank you for the roses Though now they suit the mood Collapsing under the weight of their thorns Petals falling in time with bitter tears
Door of kindness opened, leading to my heart Made yourself at home when you could have turned Perhaps it is my fault for letting you dig in your claws And hold on tight you did to your heart surrogate.
"If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you it's yours forever. If it doesn't then it was never meant to be."
Your hurt and sarcastic bitterness come across emotively, Sarah. Whomever this man/men, their just desserts will come. No one is born to play the withered rose. I admire that you continue opening your heart. One day, instead of sweeping you off your feet, a man will lay at your feet and adore you entirely. He will be truly devoted and worthy of your trust. H x
"Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds." ~ Albert Einstein