“Pain has turned to hurt, and turns another page,
All that’s left inside, this growing, vengeful rage.
For what you do not see, I will not give away,
I cast you now aside, so you cannot betray.
I trusted you before, and now I’m much more wise,
No more can you deceive, immune now, to all your lies.
All I gave was love, for you to cast away,
Black of night consumed, to yield to dark of day.
A story never read, a love that remained untold,
I die each day once more, this corpse that you turned cold.”
Copyright © Erik Prano | Year Posted 2018
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