I will continue bleeding on our relationship,
You lie there and keep on regretting,
Dwelling on past, Screwing me, eyeing her, gagging me,
Making me famish so you can feed ''The Dog'',
But when the daylight hours wake me,
I am still on the bed, under the same sheets we lovingly made love on,
Except where are you?
Nevertheless, Love,
I will wait for you,
For you to return and cup my cheeks and ask me about my well being,
About the circumstances,
I was put, In by the man who looked just like you but was not you,
Bewail for me cause I have dried up,
To tell my friends that I am not mad, Just in love,
I will be waiting under the same tree where it all began, Wondering,
How come,
you are not even curious for the girl who is pouring herself on you,
The girl you chose over your prestige,
The very girl you gave your heart to,
YOU ARE READING
H E A L and B L O O M
PoetryIt is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.
