This one that carries no feeling for me
He shows only what is need but not what is on subject
I say I'm sorry in his name
I can't pretend that he does little
I can't pretend that he does much at all
The eyes have seen so much damage
The heart can't heal
The body has been stress for so long
It dies with every lack of his emotion
Things are given money and orders
But the love that is needed is never shown
How painful to see the body fade
But he can not show much
The ways he has granted is not full
His heart has lost its meaning
Pouring out handouts as a secondary love
Nothing to receive back but another empty hand
Only to measure it by the size of the wallet
Nothing is easier than giving money
A way of saying that he is needed
Not saying no but open to nothing beyond the bank
This is his form of love
Nothing to receive in return
No gifts on birthdays
No gifts on holidays
They come and go like the wind
His emotions doesn't form like unwatered clay
A potter would not purchase such undetermined product
To result in worthless finish
Something that not even gloss of pledge could ever furnish
So what can I say about his way
Thank you.......with no emotion or eye contact
Sincerely Yours,
Failed Love
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