Mark Normand

Her Love Is Dead - Poem by Mark Normand

Love is blind; but still we see the lying, cheating, heart.
This stranger we no longer know; who rips our life apart.
Where is the one who shared my love, my precious darling girl?
She's gone away and somehow changed; now jaded by the world.
Her perfume fill this empty place; it's all that still remains
Of the love we shared so sweet, before I went insane.
Her empty words and promises lie scattered on the floor.
The bitter trail of pain so cold; her footsteps out the door
I look inside and try to find what caused this to begin.
What made the one I love so dear lust after other men?
I just don't care, this isn't fair, it hurts so bad inside.
The burning anger just won't stop; but still I sit here crying
I've almost gone half crazy; it seems the pain won't end.
I've changed inside, I cannot smile, I will never love again.

Comments about Her Love Is Dead by Mark Normand

  • Adeline Foster (7/22/2015 5:10:00 PM)

    Oh yes you will. Tis the way of life, one attempt is not the end of the search. By the same token one must give others the privilege of their own search. Read mine - Last Rung On Your Ladder -

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  • (6/26/2012 2:24:00 AM)

    Very well written, I can feel the pain from reading this poem. Excellent write my friend :) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012

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