you wouldn’t lift my broken heart above your selfish wants
so sad
my anguished words swatted at like tiny, pesky gnats
so sad
the years i gave my all to thee
so glad
extending branches of our tree
so glad
but when my give had given up
so bad
broken and tired i sought your love
so sad
each member of my precious clan
too bad
took the next exit out of town
too sad
leaving this trio to figure it out
not mad
not sad
some times still bad
but glad of the love that’s stuck around