Mistake?

Like a knife in my heart,
Twisted right from the start,
You stole into my life,
I have never felt such strife,
Left alone forever today,
Never more to play,
Said I was a mistake,
How many more will I make?

He spoke words of love,
I fell for them like a dove,
Wings spread wide open,
To be shot down unspoken,
Walls of protection back,
Never again to be slack,
Now afraid to partake,
How many more can I make?

Anger, delusion, and fear,
Of all I once held dear,
Left out in the cold is my history,
Love seems to be a mystery,
Too isolated to lay any claim,
No one but myself to blame,
Fervent my words do make,
How many more must I make?

November 23, 2002