DESERT FLOWER

Cactus surrounds this wounded heart
And DO NOT ENTER remains written on her gatefold
Love, once yearned for, is now condemned

Golden were her ideals
Yet only tin, tendered the door
To fail and rust away in tears

Was there ever love in this withered heart?
I wonder
Feels like centuries ago that I felt a murmur
And now … betrayal by the white picket fence dream

I was born to love, to marry, to raise children
Never wanted much from life
And yet, something so simple           F
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                              L
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so far                      from my reach

I wear these signs and shield myself with thorns
A survivor am I          with one last drop of dignity