Shame
What does shame resemble?
An old wrinkly face?
Or a cold shallow embrace?
Look into my eyes to see
the pain that made me shameful.
Never did I think my will
would get stomped on by you.
But not only did you
take my will,
you teared my heart.
For the rest of my days
I will live in shame,
because I was fooled
by a fool.
Copyright © Kristy Mcgill | Year Posted 2005
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