With my misty eyes,
I watched her go.
With my misty eyes,
I saw her in the arms
Of another.
With my misty eyes,
I saw her smile,
Wider with him
Than with me.
Now all those
Memories we made,
Are just scars on my
Brain.
They hurt every time
I think about her.
YOU ARE READING
Unbroken
PoesíaIts amazing how an empty person can fill another person, they love too much and they lose each other, they even lose themselves with each other. This is my side of the story, and this is how I recovered from betrayal, I'm unbroken
