I long ago grew tired <br />Of begging on my knees <br />For nothing but a tiny <br />Taste of your love. <br />~ <br />Now you walk forward, <br />Greedy for my attention <br />And offer me your heart <br />On a platter of gold. <br />~ <br />I take it in my hand, <br />And squeeze out every bit <br />Of filth that has been sleeping <br />In it for so many loveless years.<br /><br />Stefanie Fontker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/intersections-of-the-heart/
