11/16/2013
Left Behind
I've almost ran out of rhymes,
Remembering those times.
Where it hurt the most,
Feeling only like a ghost.
That I was being seen through,
With no clue.
What you had was love,
Something from above.
It lead to mischief and betrayal,
Something that always filled the air.
To blind to see in between the lines,
To engrossed to smell the crime.
I was disposable,
And you were uncontrollable.
Now I'm left expected to cry,
For all of those lies.
Deep down I knew you'd leave,
Leaving me in the breeze.
