Savannah stands tall,
Near the wreckage of our fall.
She's proud and doesn't hide her joy,
For she'd decided at the inception to wreck and destroy.
Savannah seems happy,
With her new-found glimmering possy.
When will she rip this impeccable photograph apart,
Proving her infamous fleeting loyalty and necrosed icy heart.
"I'd never find another like you"
Savannah told a million others too.
Painting shimmery dreams of times to come,
Only to pick up the brush from my palette and dip it in another's hue.
Savannah was known to be treacherous,
And my acquaintances warned me about her devious
Intentions but I didn't pay heed,
For why would a seemingly misunderstood girl do that to me?
And Savannah ripped out my very heart.
Claimed to only be repairing it but,
Tore it apart and now it lays
Like a sharp yet shiny shards of glass.
Savannah struck me at my low,
Claiming to be a sister, not a foe.
Who knew she was back to her old ways,
As she now has locked in, her novel delicious preys.
The cruelest joke still is this:
Savannah's only constant is as conniving as she is.
And I await the bright blessed Monday,
That her heart too is ripped out and trampled on and caste away.
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Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
