SHE WAS PRETTY,
OH BOY! REALLY,
THE WORLD WOULD FALL APART,
BUT SHE? WOULDN'T,
A RAY OF HOPE,
CLINGING ONTO THE END OF A ROPE,
SHE WAS DIFFERENT,
BROKEN PIECES HER MAGICAL VOICE WOULD MEND,
BUT TO ME,
SHE WAS NOTHING,
JUST ANOTHER PREY I'D STING,
A DOLL,
I WOULD PLAY AND THROW ASIDE,
A TISSUE,
USE AND DISCARD, NO ISSUE,
SHE WAS NOTHING TO ME,
FOOLISH GIRL DEEPLY LOVED ME,
SHE THOUGHT I'D STAY FOREVER,
SORRY LOVE, I'D NEVER...
YOU ARE READING
WHEN BROKEN HEARTS SPEAK
Poetrypain from the heart, comes through the eyes, shows as tears , while you slowly die.💔 #3 in buried on 19th May 2018 #3 in hateyou on 19th May 2018 #2 in buried on 24th May 2018
