Monday, November 26

Wisp of Love

my love is a wisp of smoke
fast disapearing.
no traces that I was once here
taking up that space beside you,
snuff out by your unkindness...
maybe the next person will
let me shine with them

just love me, please protect me
my love is all I have
it's pitifully small, but if you
cherish it, it will grow

this is my hearts cry,
please hear it, don't let it extinguish.
to let love die, might break my heart
into a million tiny pieces

only God could repair me after that.

1 comment:

Gwen said...

Am praying for you, fervently.