The love made of coal. By Jacob Lundy
"More than coal in my stocking placed by the
Saint Nickolas, I despise you, my beauty ... "
When I tried to love you
I failed to notice,
when you failed to love me.
I tried to find someone perfect
and instead I found a pretender,
content with living a lie, and
mocking me behind my back.
I tried to make us perfect,
with gifts and money, and
plenty of hard work.
I guess in that part,
You did your share,
weaving a web of deception,
wearing my mother's scarlet dress, and
watering the room.
I still wonder if there was,
even a returned vestige of love,
but no, I now know, it was only
lust and greed, shared within
By a sense power.
It is funny how your,
Love was made up of coal,
In near two different ways;
Where you sought my heart for my coal,
And coal was yet the only thing in your heart.
Oh my beauty, my love,
Why couldn't you love me?
Exerpt From the Diary of Dan.