my mind goes back
to the night of july 25
when you told me the truth
and not a single lie
you opened your doors
and so did mine
i entered your world
and everything felt fine
i let you in
but you locked me out
i thought you were rain
but you turned out to be drought
i hate what happened
how you left me with grime
i hate it so much
that it even makes me rhyme
i thought you were real
but you turned out to be fake
instead of burning love
you filled my heart with endless hate
now i choose to let go
to release and to write out
relieve myself from woe
and choose a different route
now i send this poem to you
and hope that you've healed your scars
that you'll find someone true
to whisper promises under the stars
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
my mind goes back
to the night of july 25
when you told me the truth
and not a single lie
you opened your doors
and so did mine
i entered your world
and everything felt fine
i let you in
but you locked me out
i thought you were rain
but you turned out to be drought
i hate what happened
how you left me with grime
i hate it so much
that it even makes me rhyme
i thought you were real
but you turned out to be fake
instead of burning love
you filled my heart with endless hate
now i choose to let go
to release and to write out
relieve myself from woe
and choose a different route
now i send this poem to you
and hope that you've healed your scars
that you'll find someone true
to whisper promises under the stars
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