The time and memories we built is fleeting,
Being hurt by you is all I'm feeling.
I am broken, I want to avenge by killing.
But I not stupid to commit murder to nothing.
So much love and care given to you made trash,
I waste my time and breath, if only you're a crush.
Thought you're a gift from above so I opened the sash,
Realized, I received garbage, throw exchange for cash.
From that treasure now a broken Lovelace,
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pain