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Oct 2012
I am stuck
With no more love or luck

It *****

My heart is torn
Torn apart

I say this
Though it is not true
But I will say it again
Till you change your views

I hate you

Though I still love you

I want to be through

With us
With you

Why can that not be the truth?

My heart still aches for you

I feel so stupid
All faults is on Cupid

I am in Hell
Rotting in a cell
No one can help

I am aloneΒ Β 
With no one to tell
I am a shell

So I wait for you
You who holds the key

To my cell
To my heart

I wait for you

Cursing Cupid
Cursing you
Cursing Me

I guess I will never be free

I love you
Written by
Waitherero
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   Emily Tyler
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