No more
My soul now covered
in shades of grey
My mind recites
the things of yesterday
My heart feels
every pain and every
tear spilled for you
I died a little
each time you spoke
Made me think what did
I do to make you have me
feel this way
Slowly being pushed away
left to make me think nothing
but hate
Never have I felt so
hurt
Never have I been punished
for being kind hearted
No longer will I feel
like crap for the words
you say to me
No longer will I
hold back on my emotions
You need to know
how I feel and what I think
I can no longer take this pain
for you..
© Copyright Beloved Loveless October 2011
poeticpiers reborn again
There comes a time to call a halt and move on
There comes a time to call a halt and move on
Sometimes its best of pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and move on to a new chapter in our lives. But at least the experience merits a page in our own personal history book. I like the poem.