Thursday, March 17

Merciless

How does it feel to be needed?
How does it feel to be wanted?
I can only imagine such things—
Tell me
How does it feel to be respected?
How does it feel to be cherished?
Tell me
I would not know.

Do you think about such things—
When you’re alone thinking so highly
Of yourself
And when you pride yourself in
Standing alone
In your mind, not a single person could help you
You are alone.

Do you appreciate anyone at all?
Nor feel gratitude in your heart
It wreaks havoc and despair
to a vulnerable heart.
You have no mercy.

Under the same sky
I fell in love with a merciless man
Under the same sky
I will drift away from him.

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