I've gathered hearts for seasons, and the reasons are my own;
I'll spend no end or effort to defeat a sweet love, sown.
So, should you ask, my task is one that really feeds my greed;
I'm Misery, by myself no fun, your heartbreak's what I need.
Behind the guise of caring eyes, lies Grief, disaster's clone;
My desperate end, is you, my friend, beside me, all alone.
With "Dear John" reams, our vacant dreams, your heart mismatched as mine,
I'll reel you in, with half a grin, and blame it on the wine;
Then hold your hand, play understanding games with you awhile,
And as you sleep, I'll try to keep from laughing and just smile.
Copyright © Maggie Flanaganwilkie | Year Posted 2005
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