I've always wanted to write a poem
That would cause hearts to ache
With sorrow,
With joy
Or grief, or happiness
Mostly for comprehension of some
The paths we choose to take
Or borrow
Or buy
As thief, as philanthropist
But I can’t get past the tears that come
For unresolved mistakes
Betrayals
Heartless
And cold, and dishonest
I've always wanted to write a poem