Singed

Singed 

Cruel, cold, calculated 
You swept in 
Picked me up 
And we sinned 

You smiled 
When I cried 
You loved to lie 
She here and she there 

Deceived, cloaked in a lie 
I took you in 
As a friend, a lover 
I was there 

You blew 
I flew 
You called 
I ran 
I rescued you or tried to 

I fell in 
my heart was turned to ash or so I thought 
It healed fast 
Words of whisper caressed my ear 

Only a single was all it was 
There is still pain 
Funny how whispered words bring healing 
To a broken heart. 

By: Bernice Bowling