Teardrops on my pillow thinking of you again,
Lost in my self loathing, forgetting other men.
This sorrow burns my eyes scalding my face with pain,
Ripping the soul apart in the constant down pouring rain.
Will you ever know my sad story in your adamant denial?
Judging in your inhuman eyes putting my life on trial.
Reaching your hand through my chest pulling out my heart,
Invisible, walking past me, hitting me with your poison dart.
Copyright © Michele Osborn, 2012 All Rights Reserved
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