I went to see my spirit guide
he is a wise and kindly man.
I told him how my foolish pride
was broken into grains of sand.
He heard me rant he heard me wail
against my sense of harsh betrayal.
He took my heart into his hands
and then led me to understand.
He told me not to waste my heart
on those who would tear it apart.
To only, share my peace of mind
when my heart again,learns to be kind.
But much more than all of this
he said the way to perfect bliss
is to accept what I've been given,
learn to laugh and keep on living.
I spent all of my precious time
hoping for a love sublime
weaving fantasy into rhyme
until I found out you were lying.
You never read a single word
my voice and heart you never heard
and so you never will be mine
this truth is that I was so blind.
Therefore, I spend my precious time
to weave my hopes into a rhyme
and maybe one day you will see
the love I gave so tenderly.
Poem By Tammy C.