My love for you will never change,
It is fate that drew us apart.
Like a sharp knife slicing a red melon,
Exposing its bleeding heart.
You shaved its outer skin
To get down to its core
Where tender love hid within
Which you gladly tore.
You ate my flesh and pitted my seeds,
Discarded my skin
Like an ugly sin
And when you had your fill with your needs,
Left me empty
Like a junkie
And threw me in the garbage bin.
July 28th 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011
Rev Oct 31 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem