Once upon a dreary day,
my heart was stolen;
over time it was broken.

This blue eyed boy
ran off with my heart,
only to burn it until nothing but ashes were smeared on the ground.

He has a sharpe tongue that cut my feelings like butter.

Made me feel horrible and used,
after all of his abuse.
I felt hated and accused,
unloved and abused.

He never saw my love,
he never saw my pain,
he never cared enough.

My love was in vain.

© By Amanda D Shelton