a lonely tale

I’m going to tell you a lonely tale

Of a search for love with no avail

The heart is strange, harsh, and rude

It finds no peace in solitude

It’s a place where lies are simmered and boiled

Where plans are lost and dreams are soiled

Where hope resides at the mercy of humanity

But is traded away for selfish sanity

Three simple words will sew it together

Keep it sheltered through stormy weather

I love you is a simple phrase

But it seldom appears and never stays

I hate you is another phrase not different from the first

The line between them paper thin ending with the worst

This story tells of a young girl who had her heart broken

By three little words better left unspoken

She forgave to much and took not a thing

Caged like a dove and forbidden to sing

Oh how she loved that selfish boy

Oh how he used her as his toy.

He’d hit her in the still of night

Until one night she chose to fight

She pushed his arms and told him no

He had a plan but she didn’t know

He’d been waiting for her patience to snap

But she was silenced with one hard slap

He told her he loved her then threw her to the ground

Said it over and over as he held her down

The rest of the story is better left unsaid

Its better not written and better not read

It is a story of a long road of pain

It later led her to shoot poison up her vain

She’d drink and drink to make it fade

It didn’t work that’s not how it was made.

Its always important to understand the roots

Take off the slippers and put on the boots

How did this sad tale start

What was the thing that broke the heart

It wasn’t an action in any shape or form

What was the white flag thrown up in that storm?

The answer is the conclusion to this lonely tale

She looks for the truth but to no avail.