"how could you do this do me"
how could you do this to me
how could you touch me with the same
sorrowed hands that validated another
how could you kiss her
when i am drinking away the pain
that you kindly handed to me
on a plate made of silver
how could you love her?
well this feeling's becoming familiar
but i refuse to get used to it
because in a grey world you're my colour
and i couldn't not live without you
but not another word of yours i'll believe
maybe i doubt you
but how could you do this to me
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Gone With The WindPoetry
healing takes time. HIGHEST: #64 in Poetry #2 in aesthetic poems #7 in spirituality poetry exploring spiritual and physical worlds and the emotional wellbeing of myself and others. all written by me and some have spiritual meanings behind them...