Dear journal,
His hands were on my waist,
His lips were on mine,
My lips, he wanted to taste,
But, he wasn't satisfied,
I'll take the pain,
I know the truth,
My heart and I know the truth,
The truth hurts,
Now he is dancing with her,
I was his shade of amber,
Now she is his shade of gold,
I'm happy for him,
But I'm standing here with a broken heart,
While he has her under his spell,
But...
I'm happy for him,
I shed tears,
Cause I thought it was love...
I guess not.
Sincerely,
Nightingale
YOU ARE READING
Her Words
AdventureDear Journal, It's funny how you don't even realize how life changes without us even knowing. It's funny how we change with us knowing. It's funny how we don't even notice... Sincerely, Nightingale