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This is a poem inspired by a heartbraker, who had no remorse for me.
- She is now with another, and I haven't seen her in over a year.
Last I heard, she recieved a black eye, and a brused ribcage for talking out of line.
I pray for her, but she left something beautiful, for something that was painted in gold
and offered tempting items, that grabbed her attention, and pushed the Love we shared. I miss her from time to time, I won't lie, but she did this to herself.
This is for the girl in pink.
I write in Red ink,
for the Love I shared with you.
I now wear blue, too represent the sadness
you put me through.
I gave you something so wonderful,
and you turned it in for something so horrible.
This is for the girl in pink,
The same girl I wasted precious time on
and wasting endless and one of a kind love
She wasted time and effort...
I lost faith in love... for a moment I wish everything would stop,
but that wish dosen't come true.
The one I wasted ink on,
the one that I wanted to grow old with
who got my hopes up into a hot air ballon and made me fly high,
then taking her dreaded neddle and popping me to the ground of depression.
I sculpted a bust of Athena,
and you traded it in for a tattoo of a heart in two.
I gave you something so wonderful
and you gave me something I would never forget.
A broken heart.
It is easy to forget, to pack you in a box
to put you in some corner, so I collect dust,
but it's harder to take the framed picture of us
of the fireplace mantel of Live, Laugh, and Love.
I don't want to lose the memory of you,
but as you did the same to me,
I shall not make you blind, just because you made me blind.
I shall cherish you, and make you think of the blind thoughts
of me that ring in your head, and you shall cry.
I don't want to make you cry,
but to notice you were given love
and you traded it in for disrespect and disloyalty.
I am sorry for,
I cannot make decisions for you,
but you must know for love doesn't stand around
for long, you must catch it in a single, skipped heartbeat
on the first encounter of when your soul meets with passion and love.
I write this for you, my dear woman, dressed in pink.
I write in red ink
to show the love I shared with you
I wear blue, to show the sadness you put me through.
I give you something wonderful and you turned it in for
something so horrible.
You traded in a beautiful dream,
for a nightmare.