Stubborn Pride
By supermutt
Fingertips trace the photograph Of what we used to be A single tear rolls down my cheek And I am ashamed of me Ashamed of the things I did to you To make you hate me so I never can understand why, If I loved you, did I let you go? A rose can't bloom without the rain A tulip, without the sun So tell me, God, tell me, why I would make Everything we did come undone Well this rose raised her umbrella, And this tulip put up her screen; Stubborn pride protects the heart, But sorrow steals the scene. Again I trace the photograph Of what we used to be, And a single tear rolls down my cheek, And I am ashamed of me Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 03:00 PM PST 0 • 8
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