I, Too, Am Not Perfect

I, too, am not perfect
For I am truly in love
With a man I can never have
Yet I still rise above

all the heartache

It is imbedded
For fifteen years or more
I've come to terms
He only wants me to store

all the heartache

I can do this
For I am what I was taught
Years of abuse then silence
My heart will never rot

in all the heartache
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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