You said that I was nice
It wasn't my intent
I'd just wanted to make you smile
At the cheerful cards I sent
I'm not a nice, kind person
I'm selfish to the core
But if you're looking with rose tinted specs
How can I be sure?
©cih04, 3.11.04
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.