Our love is a dying storm,
Losing its shape and form,
I loved you a lot,
But you did not,
Feel the same,
You came,
And left,
Suffering a theft,
You stole my heart,
And tore it apart,
I was always there,
It isn't fair,
That you ignored my cries,
I'm done with your lies.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
