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.
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