Little Timmy rests his head... I'll post that Sinphony another time, I've decided to write another Sinphony... This one is about a lady who was abused by a mentally unhealthy husband. She stuck with him to "save" him, but put her own life at risk...
Some things were meant to be,
Even though you can't believe,
And now we come together, to read
Sinphony No. 3
I stand like a flower on the side of the road,
fragile and tender in the harsh wind you create,
Bent but not broken, I brace my poor soul,
Something you don't have, something you hate.
I'm beaten and battered, my beauty hath fade,
The lily white petals blotched a dull brownish-gray,
But I stand against you and the strength that you boast,
Hoping the real you will be restored, if only for a day.
I'm ragged and lost and I'm sick of your games,
You've ripped out my leaves and left me hurting inside,
My stem stretches thin, and I beg you, please stop.
But my efforts are fruitless, you still don't subside.
Now I can't take it no more, my stem breaks in two,
The wind just dies down and then you're there standing still,
There's a look in my eyes, that you've wished never to see,
A hateful, worn glare that reflects all that I feel.
You carress my torn petals, you whisper regrets,
Saying sorry, I'm sorry, that was not truly Me.
But I walk out the door and I hear you break down,
You say this is Love, I think,
How can it be?
