Full of What I have Wrought

Full of What I have Wrought

Full of what I have Wrought

I walk away empty-handed
From my love I’ll never tell
My head, though, it is filled with thoughts
Which someday I could sell (it is my kind of hell)

Maybe hands aren’t empty as I thought
Perhaps now they are full of what I wrought
I got some pain and disappointment too
But that’s my fault of how I thought of you

To me, you were a man so willing
To listen and to empty cup you filling
All I’d do is drink and drink and drink
That activity gave no time to think

Of why I trust or what to talk of next
Next thing I know, it’s out of proper context
And then I’m simply trying to explain
Why my heart’s connected to my brain

No answer for you, I could not give
It makes me weak when only want to live
And have you sit so patiently and nice
Not thinking you or I could have some vice
(Or even that your wife could ‘lone suffice)

But as for me, I simply must go on
Since all my thoughts serve poems by the ton
And each one could give me strength to live by
So never with my thoughts of love could cry

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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