I still have your clay ring ,
I still hear your voice in the poems I read.
Baby wouldn't it be so much better
If you hadn't lied to me.
So sweet yet so bitter you made me feel .
In the end I was the one to blame,
I was the one at fault .
Thank you for reminding me again
that I shouldn't trust easily again .
Your visage reminds me ,
of the excuses you made to not hurt me
But in the end that's what you did ,
And that's how you ended it love .
YOU ARE READING
The Unsaid Thoughts
PoetrySo much more was said in the unsaid --Bridgett Devoue Collection of poems where I have tried to pen down the thoughts, which people can't say out loud .
