For something I must have looked,
Searched all these years,
Through all my smiles.
Through my each tear.
And here now you stand,
With cruelty in your eyes,
All the promises undone,
Every one of them lies.
All the love discarded,
Thrown to feed the fire,
Of your keen lust,
And unfazed desire.
Had I seek this,
This destroyer of my rosy dreams,
But it seems I have,
‘Cause all my dreams lie broken in a giant heap.
Someday when I am old,
It will all be a memory,
Bitter yet manageable,
Painful yet in a distance.
But that day is too far,
Pieces of my heart,
Are sealed tight in strong rib jar.
I can’t mend it,
But I can survive,
Feeling the pain, the numbness,
A reminder that I am alive…………….
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