Painfuly Yours
Don’t misunderstand me,
You just try to deny.
This I could never see,
You left my heart bone dry.
This pain is so unreal,
I am just rotting away.
This is not what’s ideal.
Life’s now in a delay.
Realize this is fake.
Nothing, I was left here.
You are the black rat snake.
Why did I shed, those tears?
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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