You broke my heart
Maybe I was just a piece in your sick game of chess
Your manipulative maneuvers are truly a work of art
Not even Einstein would have guessed who you truly are
My love for you and your coldness for me wouldn't have brought us far
Your acting skills are truly the best
You stand above the rest
In more ways than one
But your good looks can't help you here, I am done
Even though my heart is shattered
I can always piece it back together
I may be finished before the first changes of the weather
Because my heart is real
But yours is as cold as ice and ice is bound to melt
I hope you are proud of the cards you have dealt
And will always remember your sick deal
As I will always remember the feelings I have felt
-and my feelings were real
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
