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Lack Of Faith
MT (28/10/70 / Staffordshire, England)

Lack Of Faith

A simple case of lack of faith
When you should really have enthused..
And love me and trusted me
Because I am your muse

But you didn't, quite obviously
You chose to choose another's words
Well, then hell, what am I
Who am I to argue?

Nothing, but a wilting flower
And that stream that has no-where to go
Undulating, not crystal clear
Muddied with false hope.

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Comments (3)

Not so Em, you are as lovely as a Perfect Rose....C'est Magnifique, yet again, so open and full of heart and soul.........(avongal) marci :) xo
Sadly Beautiful, my dear...Vivid image paints a captive picture...Solid Write. ~ F.J.R. ~
I sense you are a gentle flower and hope the mud won't stick, Love David, nice poem.