I was happy for a while
I even wore a smile,
But, then I got sick of the guile
So, I walked away a mile.
She said that she loved me
But, others weren't allowed to see,
It was never, ever about we
It was always about she.
I was happy for a time
I wrote love stories about us to rhyme,
Then she made my life feel like a crime
I felt like grime.
She said that she wanted to be a wife
I was hoping that we would share the same life,
As a team we would battle all strife
Then she cut me like a knife.
I was happy for a little bit
Loving her I didn't want to ever quit,
As a couple forever I thought it was writ
But, unto me she refused to commit.
She told me in her past she was mistreated
And how she was always defeated,
She never felt truly completed
Then on me, she lied and cheated.
I was happy for a spell
Inside my soul love and hope did dwell,
But, that feeling I wasn't allowed to express or tell
I felt like Hell.
She left me for another man
That was her true plan,
She happily went back to where her exploitation began
So, I just ran.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem