My voice i speak, so very meek.
I seek you as my heart gave the cue.
I saw your outside and where you were,
but your inside was different, so you threw me see in blur.
Your looks they slew my heart, and you made it look like art.
How you did not try, but how you said bye.
an end to my love, you laid down my dove.
I respected your decision, and you perfected your fake vision.
- Author: Thinker (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 29th, 2017 21:58
- Comment from author about the poem: A friend till the end deemed me, No problem with this did I see. Until my heart would not quiet down.
- Category: Love
- Views: 26
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