She gave all the love she could to you
yet you call her unmemorable
She cried all her tears for you
yet you call her emotionless
She sold her heart to you
yet you call her uncaring
She was your rock
yet you call her unstable
She was your world
yet you call her nothing
She was every word you said
yet you call her unspoken
Where is the truth?
For your lies were her last cries
yet you call her yours
Passionate, chaotic, disturbing. Everything found in a poem that cuts as deep as this one. Words are not enough, all I can say is: beautiful.
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Beautiful poem. Really is. Good write. May i invite you to take a look at my poem called, The living and the dead.