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Jun 2010
A heart still stinging
The tone still singing
And still ringing
Still enraged in wrath
Still burning with fury
But now
Right now
The beautiful tone ceases
And now it's dead
Just like all these pieces
And I pick them up
One by one
While these tears drop
Until the day I'm done
Until the day I die
And I ask my self why?
Why am I so stupid?
How could I let you do this to me?
Again! You think I would learn
Since it happened once before
You think that I would see
By the way you acted
By the way you attracted
All these guys
But although I knew
You would never do anything
I just never thought that you would do this
I just thought that you wouldn't hurt me this bad
I didn't think that it would hurt this bad
But now I'm not sad
And now I'm not mad
Because now I see
You never cared for me
And now YOU see
I care not for you
But only for her
And me
Anthony J. Alexander 2005
Anthony Moore
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Anthony Moore  34/M
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