Thy voice do rings a lot of bells,
So when he cheated and left,
Loud rants as part of thy dwells
I have a broken heart and fickled mind,
No care nor help was offered to mine
An unwanted spectator once said,
" If I were her, I'd let my past lover live its new life without her"
The other says,
" Oh what a shame, she wasted her time
years of dwelling and weeping herself to a
man with a new beau."
Ridiculous, I wonder
Took half a year to set these sorrows free
When I started to speak about it,
I've heard so many flies denying me
Oh, were they the ones hurting?
Thought about, where they were when thy needed
Someone to shed some light on thy pain
Oh, I don't owe you a convincing statement,
I'd say what I say, so be it
Just an irrelevant dictator,
Thy life plot, thee lacks own definition
Of life it seeks, turns into a gossip station
Thee pictures thy life's a laughing stock,
Yet these sadness are thy testimony,
Where I do shall ensure not to ruin,
To proceed for a better new life journey.
YOU ARE READING
her say
Poetryjust poems, a self-made poems by me and dedicated to no one , ( enjoy the irony).
