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My Cross
I guess it doesn't matter.
You don't trust me anymore.
You think that I will never change.
You're always keeping score.
You live in what I said and did.
And you will not forget.
Regardless of what I say or do.
To you I am a threat.
I think you really fear me.
Because of who I'd been.
And even though I've changed now.
To you they are unseen.
I show you then you tell me,
It's all simply an act.
This kills my heart and hurts my soul.
Yet I still remain intact.
I try and try and try again.
But still to no avail.
You act like I'm a loveless beast.
You let hatred prevail.
I feel as if the war is lost.
And love will not endure.
I believe you think love is a disease.
And hatred is the cure.
I know you're a great person.
I hate to see you hurt.
I keep returning my heart to you.
Yet you treat me just like dirt.
I don't think I can ever stop.
Regardless of the pain.
To keep on giving you my love.
Even though my heart is sprained.
So you can keep on stabbing,
My heart that's on my sleeve.
I will hold it still for you.
Because I do believe.
To love someone, when they don't love back,
Is worth it's weight in gold.
Love is like a treasure,
That can't be bought or sold.
It's what the bible tells us.
That love is filled with pain.
But it is truly worth it.
It gives us everything to gain.
Now I will hang upon my cross,
To prove my love is true.
And show you my love is pure and real,
I do all of this for you.
So you don't have to believe me,
You can think it's all pretend.
But I know the pain is worth it,
It's worth it in the end.
poem
by
Ryan Lee Morris
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