Not On Purpose

It was never my intention
To need you in the night
To wake and feel so all alone
Like nothing's ever right.

It was never my objective
To drown you with my need
But tides of pain have flooded
And now they won't recede…

It was never my ambition
To watch my pride take flight
And glimpse its sad demeanor
In the hour of midnight.

It was never done on purpose
And though I don't regret…
My heart's never been the same
Since the day we met…


By Sharon Frye
© 2005