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The Compassion I Didn't Have
We thought life would have been
so simple: flowers and hugs,
sentimental nights and songs;
then, reality came with its pain...
we were no longer that invincible,
rather two people so gullible!
The compassion I didn't have
hurts inside, now it's tearing me apart,
I denied you more than love;
it should have been long, not so short!
Loneliness is my enemy,
you don't feel sympathy...
hell is your gift to me;
can a blind man see?
The compassion I didn't have
makes me weak, not brave;
I deserve this cruel punishment:
let me grieve in my confinement!
Does anybody, who lacks empathy,
live her life forgetting who loved her?
good memories are sweet honey,
bad memories are bitter and linger!
Copyright ©
Andrew Crisci
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