Why this melancholy that pierces my defences, that holds me
That invades this gentle heart, leaving its mark, a lasting legacy?
Will I ever fully understand this broken, flawed nature holding me
Persuading me, that I need it’s comforting, such a tragic fallacy.
Patrick Brennan © 2010
Copyright © Patrick Brennan | Year Posted 2010
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