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Selfish Man
He said he'd never met a heart
as tender as my own.
That I was what his soul had searched for
languishing alone.
His favorite word, "SOMEDAY", he'd use
quite often of OUR lives,
A fool am I who did not see
those selfish alibis.
He played me like an autoharp,
just strumming me along.
I thought he wanted honesty
and sang for him my song.
He used me like an old dish rag,
then tossed me to the side.
I loved the man I thought he was.
I feel my heart has died.
I guess I should have known it
since I've been this road before.
But never have I trusted one
with all the dreams I bore.
It couldn't hurt me more if I
had taken white hot lead.
The "sweetest heart" I ever knew
played mind games in my head.
I think that I must surely be
the dumbest thing alive,
But I am strong and quick and tough.
I know I will survive.
It's just that now when I awake
There's no song in my heart.
Had I but known 'twould end like this,
I'd never made the start.
Oh, silly me, why should I think
That he would treat me best?
He lives with wife of many years.
Is she loved more? Nay, less.
I've fallen for the oldest lie
since God proclaimed it sin.
Adultery is theft of love,
with one more Selfish Man.
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The Heart is the seat of all our motives
and even in those moments of our purest
intent, we can let our self be decieved.
It happens to the best of us, for in times
such as this when our beauty is reveiled
by another, our motivation is never evil
and our only sin is the exploring of the
possiblity of being loved and totally
and completely.
This is a very touching poem!
Keep Writing - Keep faith and love alive.