Ranting Rhyme
What comes after
Nonstop tales
Ugly truth for that matter
Neverending stories that never get stale
It sucks
Unbearable to my ears
Perhaps it is luck
That I am not, to you anymore dear
Here comes regret
Being played in your game
Not knowing your shocking traits
Long before I let my heart beat your name
I have but just one wish
You were that wonderful person I thought I knew
Not the one they said rubbish
Like the sand it strews
Emi, June 9, 2015
Copyright © Emilia Lasarus | Year Posted 2015
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