Friday, 30 December 2016

Jilted Hearts

When I was standing in the hail alone,
You weren't there to help me, 
I saw you glance at me and then go back inside.

Somebody did help me, 
They gave me shelter,
Someone else gave me warm clothes and helped me make a new start.
Your disregard for me didn't hold me back.

Now that you are suffering,
I'll still give you an umbrella,
But I am going to stay inside, nice and warm.

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