Misfit
Your words say
That you don’t want to love me.
But your actions betray,
And I feel misplaced today.
I know that you don’t see
I’m an orphan in this way,
Without a key,
And to my dismay,
You portray,
A locksmith of the guilty.
Your words say
That you don’t want to love me.
But your actions betray,
And I feel misplaced today.
I know that you don’t see
I’m an orphan in this way,
Without a key,
And to my dismay,
You portray,
A locksmith of the guilty.
December 27, 2007 at 4:59 pm
We’re both orphans this way
May 5, 2008 at 11:14 am
Nothing quite as painful as the confusion when action belies the words.