It must have been so difficult to have held your tongue all this time <br />Wanting to tell me what a wanton woman I am. <br />When all the while I have been so naive thinking that I am loved by you <br />When in fact you are condemning me deep in your heart times two. <br /> <br />I wished we have met under different circumstances <br />Where we are both fresh like the warm breath of summer <br />Instead I have feet made of clay and you have feet made of sand <br />So when the wind blew, ashes we have become. <br /> <br />No need to prolong my suffering, end it now while you can <br />I will face your judgment with my eyes wide open <br />At least I face you with borrowed honor <br />My last stance as a dishonored woman. <br /> <br />4/6/09 <br />11: 44 pm<br /><br />June FeirCruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/condemnation-4/
