Those brown eyes,
Witness thy lowest
Felt your caress on this face of mine,
That was once you cherished
Wondering tears,
Dear God, you did saw them
With those plumped lips that I kissed,
Was actually the source of my heartaches
Those lies you've spilled,
Even said I'm the only Goddess
You think of every night,
Even when you're cold blooded
But now should I believe,
While your hand is on her chest?
Prefers guiding her heart,
Than mine while I'm on my lowest
Should've I listened,
To your all your warnings
Before we started,
That you're impulsive and complicated
Despite all of it, I still stayed
And chose you over my damn health
You've sworn to be better,
Yet discarded me on my stealth
Looked forward on your promises,
As I was only replaced by someone else
Like a training ground I suppose,
You chose to screw on and only care for himself.
YOU ARE READING
her say
Poetryjust poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).
