he only calls me pretty because he is blind
if he could see he would leave me behind.
Did he really love me? did he care for me at all?
I do not think he loved me, but i was dumb enough to fall.
Because his face was perfect
he told me i was worth it.
But then he showed his true self,
And he plunged straight into hell.
But i will not let him see me cry.
I will no longer hear his lies.
All thats left is a broken heart,
and a soul thats been torn apart.
what's leftis a man all alone,
and a cold, empty home.
a place for ghosts of the past.
a plce to remind us that nothing good lasts
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you dont know.
PoetryThis is simply a collection of my poems and possibly small stories that I write down when I feel overly emotional in any case. I hope some connect and Know you are never alone. Thank you for reading.
