I could say that I'm sorry but you know that im not- <br />And if i lied you'd still know that im sold and im bought, <br />For the merest trifles of junk food love and feeling- <br />Like each Kiss or Caress holds some power of healing. <br /> <br />You're in the next room with this vision of me. <br />A vision more warped, none could there be: <br />You see me as wicked and slightly obscene, <br />But I hold to my word that im not that girl you've seen- <br /> <br />In a moment of stupidity and maybe some lust, <br />But you cant tell me that im the one who's unjust. <br />I did want to hold you and maybe that's wrong, <br />At least it's got meaning though, and had all along. <br /> <br />You dont see this though, in your black and white sight <br />You only see things if they're wrong or they're right- <br />How could you know of conflictual meanings <br />Of different loves and all different leanings? <br /> <br />I'll stop now because this ranting won't help me, <br />You wont hear it anyway, you're deafened completely <br />By your stupid conceptions of what happened that night <br />These things seem so hurtful when seen in daylight.<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-night-19/
