Memmories Of The Past - Poem by Suzanne Gaut
I see you two walking side by side,
I say I'm okay but secretly I'm crying inside.
She holds your hand,
It may seem that I don't mind,
But she is holding what was once mine.
She'll walk away,
You'll beg her to stay,
But she just doesn't love you that way.
You might come to me, the one you left astray,
But I'll tell you what i have to say.
You're the one that walked away.
I bet your heart is made of clay.
Don't you see,
This really hurts me?
Never again will i ever be happy.
You stole my heart, and left me to die,
I don't know why i even try.
Do you think its funny to see me like this?
To see me cry, and feel remiss?
I hope this is what you wanted,
While all my dreams are forever haunted.
Please don't make me beg anymore.
I just might fall dead on the floor.
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