I sit,
And for once,
I cry.
I cry for a lost love.
I sit and watch as he,
Tells her things,
He never told me.
He was my life,
My soul,
My everything.
I was nothing to him,
But a pawn,
A little plaything!
I loved him,
And I thought he loved me.
But I see now that he never did.
It hurts.
Hurts like nothing ever could.
I now know that,
We were never meant to be.
I have to let Love find me.
But I sit here and cry,
For a lost love.
And my heart is cold and DEAD.
All because of him.
I am Cold and DEAD.
And so,
I-I cry.
 Spank Faerie · Sun Jan 06, 2008 @ 07:04pm · 2 Comments |
