You see we're tired, my heart and I.
We dealt with books, we trusted men,
And in our own blood drenched the pen,
As if such colours could not fly.
We walked too straight for fortune's end,
We loved too true to keep a friend ;
There have been points in my life that I completely understood where she was coming from. After awhile you become numb to the pains of trusting people after they have consistently let you down. My first hand experience left me puzzled and confused for a long time. I feel that I am jaded because of my experience with untrustworthy friend, lovers, and even family. This poem speaks to me and reminds me of my past.
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