Ones upon a time,
I wrote you a poem,
long ago, it was then that it sounded so sweetly,
my heart was there and you were holding it,
my love was there and you could hace keeped it,
I gave you everything, but you gave me nothing,
I showed you myself, and you ignored it,
I loved you so but it was clear the love I though was here just disappeared,
The love that you said you have I don't understand why it's gone
we were ones on top now were not,
reality was this love that I though that was here, disappeared,
I gave you all but you gave me nothing,
it was true what my mind has been telling me,
my heart simply would not accept it,
this love that ones was here, disappeared
and all that was left was a fallen angel in prisoned by her pain,
Ones upon a time,
I wrote you a poem,
with love, with feeling and my heart,
but all that is left now is nothing...
YOU ARE READING
My darkest days
PoezieHurt, pain, deception,tears that fall without wanting, the broken soul as accepted its dept, all the feeling of anger sad ness, writen is these poems. Expresion is the biggest admiration.
