Sunken

Scarcely
was the love I had to begin with
I gave

Blamed
and responsible
for the failure

Angry
I kept trying
the more I tried

Lessened
the chances of
working it out

Foolishly
I wonder why
I even bothered

Silenced
Living on pain
Tears will dry

Copyright CS Knight 2011

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