Tears On My Pillow
There is a sadness within my heart that cries out to be loved.
My one true love is breaking my heart he is tearing me down with his words and his negativity.
His heart is made of black coal and nothing comes from it.
Have I not done enough to show my love for him.
Have I not proved to him that I am valuable.
Apart of me says let it go and Apart of me says to keep fighting.
But then I ask myself what am I fighting for what am I gaining from all of this.
When I saw the anger in his eyes it look like hate was within his soul.
A broken spirit that has been beat down by people.
Where is the love where is the joy and the compassion.
I must be dreaming to think that I am with my prince charming.
He has shown to be nothing but a hateful man with a passion for revenge.
I must do what I need to do to keep my sanity and my peace
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2020
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