His words glide like silk against soften skin
I am captivated by the thought wondering should I give in
Could this be a chance by the angels
Hearing a prayer for a heart that has always dangled
I sometimes fall too easy in the trap
Then curse myself as I wipe off the crap..
left on my shoes as I walk away
From a broken heart some would say
Precaution is what is needed
Not some romantic lines that he will feed me
Desperately the heart does cry
The mind stops and says perhaps one more try
But fear is bigger than the head and heart
For love always seems to depart
And broken promises lay withered upon the floor
As the final sound hits the door
Should this chance be taken?
Is it meant to be?
Broken dreams will they awaken?
Or will truth shine and lead me to my final decree
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chance-3/
