I sit here waiting for him to show,
As the sweet nothing he whispered in my ear melt away like snow.
A tear falling down my cheek as I was so naive to believe.
The image of his face occupies my head like a carol on christmas eve.
What once coul've been was now torn apart.
leaving me to pick the pieces of my heart.
I sit here not being able to move as his words come back to mind.
Stuck in my head like a melody leaving me motionless with nowhere to hide.
Knowing only now that all his expressions that cause me to fall in love with him truly,
Were only a ruse as I collapdes under his spell leaving our story a bitter-sweet tragedy.
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Author:
athaly (
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- Published: May 29th, 2018 19:36
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
The duality of love can bring immense joy and desolate pain into one's life. *sigh* It is what it is, but it's not your fault. Awesome imagery. I wish you well.
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