Arrogance

Arrogance A distant past knocks on your door; Who is it. You say unwilling and at dismay I’m a crook, I’m a fable , whichever you want to see And I come with a marble to offer you love that can never be Open the door and let me in And why should I trust a person who I’ve never seen? Where have you been? I need no love or emotions in My face is broken, my eyes are still Go away it’s my will And again the love is gone, the door is closed, and the days Empty as it has always been . Love was passed by again. Thoubert Larus