alotmarc

I wrote this for a friend who felt used by an X...


If I used you and left you to die
Would that stop this cry
This outburst of hell
Doesn't sound like you must be a spell
Or some kind of sickness
To think yourself as useless
I can think of many ways
Yet none are abusive
What about as the gatherer of nectar from my flowers
What about the breeze that gives birds ease
What about a smile that can be seen for miles
What about an ARK as these are easy
What about myself and ears
I can listen but not to this admission
Of useless uses

Anonymous Encounter

"I can listen but not to this admission
Of useless uses "

those are my favorite lines, its refreshing to hear a topic not usually written about. nice write.