Songs Of The Storm ( Poetry )

𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁

My sweet friend of far away

Day and night I would bleed

Just so you could drink

Through the worst of storms I gave you shelter

At my own expense

And how do you repay me

Turning your back

Stabbing mine

Ripping every trace of me from your mind

And tossing them to the flames of destruction

Painting me as a dead man walking

When my only crime

Was loving you

As you thought you loved me