Cracked
If I were in the class of beggars.
I'd be begging you to love me.
Though I am not in that class.
So I will just let you walk.
Because if I know one thing.
It's that if you truly loved me.
There would be no begging to do.
Do you think we could find the time?
Or do you think that time has passed?
I with my open hand " always".
Yes, I am hungry for love, tis true.
I could say let's give it one more try.
Though, there would always be that crack.
And I just couldn't let that go.
Because in my world, everything has to be
Perfect, or nothing at all.
5/ 12/ 2014 Friday 12:am
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2015
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