Betrayed and left for dead,
On the night we were supposed to wed,
I thought you were the one,
But then you pointed a gun,
Straight at my heart,
Splattered my dreams like a bloody work of art,
Why couldn't you stay true,
I really loved you
YOU ARE READING
Wistful Winter
Poetry1st collection of what I'm calling "Seasons Project" I was going to try to write enough poems to post 1 a day, for a year. I only managed to do a fourth of that before catching another case of long-term writer's block. I have decided that it is bett...
