Windows floors and doors are all I really see Where once stood a home is just a house to me I trusted you, you broke my heart Now love dies before it can start People wonder why And I can't even cry
I lay awake just thinking of how I use to be Trusting and loving came so easily Not no more you stole it all And no one was there to catch my fall You look at me and you wonder why And I can't even find a tear to cry
You want to take another chance In hopes that we will find romance I don't understand how this you say Please tell what chance you'd take today Don't wonder why, you made my love die I buried it with your lie
Poetry is a good out let for emotions. In this poem your emotion does come through. A poem is like love - it is in the eye of the beholder. Your pain shines through and that is to me an accomplishment of a good poem. Keep writing.
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Kathy