And no, I shall not call you friend, for to do so I must set
Please do not think I wish you harm. There is no hate in me.
© Copyright 1998, K.T.L./Whimsical1
After all the times my heart’s been shattered over you.
Forgive I can, and will and have, and shall continue still.
But to trust you with my heart, this is beyond my skill.
my heart within your grasp; but it has not quite mended yet.
I will not call you confidante, nor bare my very soul
In truth, I have no confidance that you will leave me whole.
In fact, there’s scant emotion left, except in memory.
The faded, faint impression of betrayal, lies and pain.
The long and lasting lesson, never trust this one again.
