Heart Felt Sorrow Poem by Sarah Mendly

In my hand, I carry my heart
As it beats to an end, I rewind to the start
To the day I first placed it on my sleeve
Which is filled with regret to the fools who had led me to believe.

For we all know; there is no such thing as a 'true love'
Other than the purity that is sent from above
But I was led on a path of fantasy and fiction
Not realising that I was played ambiguously with contradiction.

Saying that I enjoyed the ride while it lasted
Until on my dream, that shadow had been casted.

And I was pulled faster to the ground than I did rise
So now I raise a toast to my naivety that led to my demise.

For never before had I felt my heart explode with pain
As the bitter sweet, cold, 'love' ran blue through my vein.