It is more than a good deed, or a bad deed – it is intent….

Sometimes no thought
Just his lies
And she cries
Can see it in her eyes
The mistrust
The distrust
Sometimes to do; you must
Let him go
So she’ll know
That true colours will show

It is not the deed, it’s the intent
And how she’s bent
From wind and trees
And love that flees
And roots too slow, that grow too late
A spate
Of hurried words, of favour lost
Oh what cost
This life we lead
Forego our need
Trust not the deed or believe
In oceans wide
And current’s tide
Too immense to hide

Those sacred vows, arms they fall
Eyes evade
She knows he lied
She knows he tried
She knows he went
And, that……is intent

Posted By PastelPoetry from WordPress


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