My Hidden Pride
Loneliness submits to me like a bride,
Saying her vows and seeking marriage
I can’t break those vows and promises I’ve uttered
Spread butter to the toast –
Reveal to me her story
I’ll deal with being a loser…
though I feel defeated
At least I still have my inner pride…
Submitting to me like a bride…
Her promises will never die
Maybe I should humble myself........
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014
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