A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry

Secret

A tale as old as time itself, this sad, sad story of mine,

I believed you to be a person of trust and values so fine,

The minute you couldn't handle it, you walked away,

Not even so much as a goodbye or anything else; oh but the game you played,

Such sweet innocence comes off from your every pore,

I loved you with all my heart from the very core,

And now I see your true gossipy nature; much like your favourite bollywood woman,

You talk a big game; I never saw this coming,

That an enemy would become friends with you, a person I loved,

Even God is laughing from his abode above,

Pulling a rabbit out of your cap of tricks, my sweetling,

You ruined your karma beyond saving,

For anyone who every wronged me has paid the price,

You're no different; people will realize that you are not so delicate and not so nice,

My words are drenched with the anger and pain you left me with,

Thank you for spilling your guts whenever you saw fit,

I guess that's the thing about girls who whine and weep and fret,

They are wonderful liars who cant be trusted with a secret!