You neva said you loved me
You neva said you cared
When all those fears came to me
You were never there.
You treat me like a dispenser
Dispensing many gifts
You didn't care how I felt
My spirit continued to melt
Now In my soul there is a rift
It drifts down the current
This feeling is current.
You neva said sorry,
or hush child it'll stop
Instead, you hurried me off,
My soul had enough
My heart's telling this story again.
Can it heal again?
©George Reid 2016
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