Trust is pain.
Affection…affliction.
Naught to gain
from human addiction.
Never assume one may be exempt
from familiarity breeding contempt.
One short word
makes an end.
Venom heard
destroys a friend.
How true the phrase that hate and love
Fit together like hand and glove.
Of this part
I am tutored well.
Open heart
means pain of hell.
So withdraw once more, I find I must.
Protect the self.
I
will
not
trust.
April 17th, 2008 - 1:15 pm
I love this. The photo compliments the poetry as well.
April 17th, 2008 - 1:17 pm
What a beautiful picture. The lighting just makes it!
April 17th, 2008 - 5:34 pm
A potent and lovely shot to go with potent and lovely words. Happy HNT.
April 17th, 2008 - 9:54 pm
I really like that poem. That picture is so gorgeous too.
April 18th, 2008 - 11:51 am
gorgeous pic honey! And the poem is haunting. Strange how we come back to places were we never thought we’d be again…
April 19th, 2008 - 10:31 am
Beautiful picture,
poignant words.
Amen.