Creative 3-30-12

Revised:

A Mended Heart

There was only pain, because there was no affection

I asked myself, “what do I want to see?”

The answer was simple, a connection

With the one who always seemed to flee

Do I deserve this type of treatment?

All I seem to do is wait around

For someone to be in agreement

With all that I have ever found

But I seem to have found something new

Someone to carry me until the end

One that will always continue to be true

I am slowly but eagerly on the mend

Maybe one day it will end in a wedding bell

And this will become a story that I will tell

(or be a story that I won’t have to tell)

           
Original:
A Mended Heart

My heart ached because it had no affection

I asked myself, “What do I want to see?”

The answer was simple, a connection

With the one who always seemed to flee.

Do I deserve this type of treatment?

All I seem to do is wait around

For someone to be in agreement

With all that I have ever found

But I seem to have found something new

Someone to carry me until the end

One that will always continue to be true

I am slowly but eagerly on the mend

Maybe one day it will end in a wedding bell

And this will be a story that I once would tell