Cry
Fool went overboard,
he took me to the test.
Though I did love him,
he was just like the rest.
His aura was always happy,
he was always with a smile.
Will I get over him,
it will take a while.
Totally in the dark,
am I for the reason he did.
Now I try to shut him out,
lock the door-close the lid.
I wanted him to love me,
but he didn't even try.
Now I'm the one sitting here,
again ready to cry.
Dedicated to: Guy Wilmer Heileman
Copyright © Angela Tawney-Nicholas | Year Posted 2020
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