MY MISTAKE
I know I'm not important to you,
A familiar truth, a sky of blue.
I'm used to fading, unseen, it's true,
Not mattering, a life I knew.
But why this twist, this cruel disdain?
Why make me feel this burning pain?
I care for you, through sun and rain,
And you make me feel ashamed, insane.
As if my caring is a crime,
A twisted joke, a waste of time.
You wound me deep, in subtle rhyme,
For feelings honest, pure, and prime.
Copyright © Laura Wooders | Year Posted 2025
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