Monday, March 7, 2011

Beth Orton meets my childhood

It can be said
"We only hurt the ones we love,"
And that is true.
Others may harm us
But if they don't love us
Or we them
'Tis but a scratch, a sting.
But those we love
If they cause us harm
'Tis a mortal blow,
Sometimes a fatal wound.
So while I may be able
To absolve Little Miss Chatterbox
Or ignore Little Miss Nosy
Or laugh at Little Miss Bossy
It is Little Miss Sunshine
Who breaks my heart
Into a million pieces
Because she was the one
Who had brought Light
Into my world, i.e. Love.
And when she hurt me
T'was a mortal wound
A fatal blow
She didn't need a reason.

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