Lost Love
Lost Love
My mind runs wild and my eyes leak,
where do I go from here?
You tore out my heart with your nonchalant act
and my cries fell on only deaf ears.
I hate you for treating me with such love,
for using my heart as your toy.
My everyday life is now empty and bland,
and my heart filled with all things but joy.
My ignorant soul is too stubborn, yet frail,
it crumbles like leaves in the fall.
To think of my happy days in your arms,
but to you they meant nothing at all.
The worst part of all is my love is still yours,
My heart is still subject to pain.
Oh what I would give to be rid of you now,
your torture, your shackles and chains.
Copyright © Stephen Beach | Year Posted 2011
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