The places in your hearts
Are taken up by much better people,
But I guess I can’t complain –
They’re much better for you anyway.
The first becomes last,
And the old are forgotten.
This is just how it goes,
I know,
I know;
So I’ll never blame you,
Or hate you at all,
I’m just not meant
To reside in your heart.
All my hopes,
They fade,
As I stand in the shade,
Of closed gates,
As the sun shines down,
And touches the faces
Of all the much better people;
But I know,
I know,
I’m meant to be alone…
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoésieVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
