I dreamed of your eyes You looking at me I dreamed of your smile You said I was pretty As you cup my cheek Touching me gently Tilting your head Leaning in to kiss me
I awoke smiling in my sleep My heart was warmed I was helpless and weak And then I'm awake Feeling empty, depleted
So sad I was with sleep in my eyes Tears followed I pounded my fists with despise
It was bittersweet, my love Cause you were “my” true love But I am not yours Was I
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Posted: Oct 2012
About this poem:
I turned out to not be his true love, but he was mine...
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoOct 2, 2012
Lesson in all of this is giving your heart to someone is never aqn assurance that they will love you back.It is sad to have to pay dearly with your heart by a treacherous lover.Lovely poem
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