Oh how we tend to wish ourselves <br />Such extraordinary pain <br />With our naïve failure to recognize Love, <br />And all of the heartaches it brings <br /> <br />We willingly accept the many loving lies <br />Our lovers spill from rose petal lips <br />As we empty our half filled glass of tears <br />Upon the dead flowers of heartless quips <br /> <br />Praying for a cure <br />From the cancer that grows <br />Be it neither a stone or a pound <br />More than our drowning need to know <br /> <br />How deep the water is... <br /> <br />2009 © T.S<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-don-t-lie-to-me-much/
