Faint Sorrow

 

Tears rolling down my painted cheeks,

I think of all the times,

When you demanded something of me.

I think of all the times,

When my heart grew weak and I said ‘yes’.

 

Raindrops stick to the clear glass,

Just as I am stuck on you.

Those around me are divided,

Some understand why, some do not,

Whilst I am tearing apart in the middle.

 

The first time I have uttered a ‘no’,

You persist, pry, pressure and whine,

Whilst I am crumbling to pieces.

What we have is sinking in the warmth of a bog,

As you stubbornly refuse to lend a hand.

 

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