Unrequited Life

September 24, 2009
It seemed so simple
Yet turned out so hard
To write my own story.

I won't pretend to know
What you said about me
Because truths only hurt.

The song of love we sing
Is only a lie
That's half yours and half mine.

You blinded me
With your life
That you claimed to be.

And we kiss each other
One last time
As we say goodbye...at last

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback