Tuesday, August 13, 2013

My friend

She is my friend
one so sound
and wise
She told me
not to get entangled
caught up in his lies
or he would surely master
the gentle soul of me
yielding nature to be bound
never to be free
She tried for my salvation
but I would not understand
I was dancing in the sky
clutching the stars in my hand
I was ardent in my feelings
couldn't she but see
what a very wonderful person
was this man, was he
Well I must say she gave warning
so now I do find
the fool's not her, but me
and the bitter tumor of hurt
is growing in my mind