My time with you was all in vain,
It wasn't in fond nor regret,
Like the winter chasing spring,
Just a false endearing emotion.
Like a seed promises a tree,
I was guilted into loving you,
Your eyes promised me the seas,
I shouldn't have been a fool,
And with this crystal glass in my hand,
Filled to the brim,
I shall drink the promised sea,
I'll forget you soon,
Farewell again.
YOU ARE READING
when did I last smile?
PoetryI long for you. Yet your gaze lingers on another's. Poetry, short stories etc. All owned by my sad sad heart.
