Love Always Leaves Poem by Sasha Bailey

Silent rooms with empty walls
That always turn to depression.
Writing poems seems to be the only way
To let out my aggression.
Stupid lies reside in the dirt
That my feet step on everyday
And the colored leaves are falling
From the trees because they refused to stay.
I turned to see you leaving
Into a cloud of mist
The leaves then dies along with love
Which never did exist.
The seasons changed and so did we
Who ever would have known
That my heart would be all tattered now
And that I would be alone.
Just like the leaves that slowly
Over time had turned to brown
And it seemed like Mr. Right was nowhere to be found.
Teardrops fell down from the sky
And landed on my bed
And made me get an urge of hate
That took shelter in my head.
My dreams then floated off
Into the never ending sky
And never did I think the thought
Of you would make me cry.
I don't remember exactly when
My world had turned to dust
And when the word love was gone
And I was left with lust.
You stole my heart and didnt care
About how you made me feel.
And unlike you when I said I loved you
Atleast I was being real.
This is when I finally realized
That all men are the same
And for letting myself go that far
I only have myself to blame.