Wrecked

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I woke up one morning feeling wrecked.

The next day I was longing.

The third day I was loosing my soul

The fourth day I was gone.

How could I let myself fall.

How could i not consider, the possibility of losing my soul.

Am i over exaggerating or is it true?

You are there relaxing and leaving me to hell.

You are there doing nothing to compel me to be happy.

You are there silently

wrecking me till I'm no more than a shell.

How could I have been so naive to what you could have done to me?

How could you be so loving at first and hateful the last?

Did you really love me?

Was I too engrossed in what you were showing me?

Please come back to me...

Tell me if you love me.

If not,

You wrecked me.

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12/26/13

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