Willingly I gave you my heart
and watched as you trample it into the ground.
You said that all was fair in love and war,
but I wasn’t out to do battle with any kindred soul.
I gave my love willingly,
you took it readily,
and soon as my back was turned,
you began to play around.
You made our love a battleground
with your cheating and lies.
You think it didn’t notice
and you wouldn’t get the blame.
I can’t walk out on you
and you know the reason why.
You are that love of my lifetime
and if you go, I’ll surely die.
So willingly, I put up with all
the misery you give to me.
Hoping every day,
you’ll see the error in your ways
and you will stop hurting me
just as willingly.
30 May 2008
You pen a remembered hurt with honesty and warmth. I'm delighted that life after hurt gave love a second chance. Beautiful poem. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Love hurts, and we allow ourselves to be hurt. What a heart felt poem David. Cheers Anita
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no disclaimer on this one....so I take it...it's and old flame that trampled your heart....well written anyway you look at it