The wrong man

dianaeme

Sleepless nights, thoughts of dispare… never ending going in circles in my head, thinking what’s the way, the way of freedom, self love and self respect
A foul man that just won’t go away, a puppet  of the world that just shakes his hands, a marionette that has no brain, just lips that move to only talk about oneself.  I look but see  no depth, no heart only a shell.  

Why is life this way? Why do we blind when in pain? Love that has been thrown the wrong way,  love that was never fell in the right hands, fool of me for given it away to an empty man.

Now all I’m left is with regret, but not because I have loved but because I loved  the wrong man.  
 
Maybe is not to late, maybe it has all been a lame game, maybe a lesson to love me first.
life is short that’s what they say so it’s time to walk away and play a better game. 
 
 
  • Author: dianaeme (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 7th, 2023 22:41
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  • L. B. Mek

    when in love, keep in mind
    an eject button
    so if things start to spiral
    we can press early
    begin to heal and be glad
    we're surely closer
    to our promised, real..



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