When I think on you, I think kind of you
No, love didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped
The pain, for a time, made it hard to cope
But, blame and anger are not what you’re due
Oh, the hurt has come and the hurt has gone
And, without a doubt it will come once more
The gashes, they severed straight to the core
But, for you, I pray your heart has moved on
Or, far better, that you were never true
That you never thought on me as a mate
Never once gave thought to a future fate
That would keep the hurt from reaching you
If, you e’er dream of me, know this is true
When I dream of you, I’m smiling at you
((January 21st,2011))
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