I spend my time
Waisting my breath.
It's a simple mistake
But it's all I have left.
Words on a paper,
Thoughts in my head,
An imagination running wild,
As I repeat what I had said.
Now how can you tell me
I waisted a lifetime believing in you?
And how can you say
That love is not true?
Because, like it or not, i remember the times
You would say to me that I was safe with you.
I simply can't believe
I took your word for it.
So believe it or not,
I'm stronger than ever
Because you left me with something:
A pain that will last forever.
Don't tell me our love was not true
Because I was there
And I will forever remember you.
AGD
YOU ARE READING
Painting With Words
PoesíaThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.