You standing there,
my eyes heavily glazed as I stare.
Your corrpulent voice, I ignored.
Your innocent heart, I adored.
The price of love, my painstaking tole,
was my aching heart that you so uncarringly stole.
Your unwavering words, horribly untrusting.
The pain that wells within, never ending.
Your fault, you're to blame.
Burning hate is all I want to feel, yet still love remains.
Your brilliant eyes, I will take.
To show you such fortified pain.
Your drowned out voice, I will steal.
To say things left untold.
My soul torn apart by your hands.
My heart left hidden in reverie,
taken away by familiar treachery. |