Miserably Mistaken Poem by David Boyd

A distraction in the heart of ones truly taken soul
Does the one who own it, truly feel the woe

Anger may be mistaken for the wrong accusations
Even though I enjoy all the sensations

Much better to present a tear.
After all did you really even care

Mildly explicit, even though what I feel for you is so deep
Eternity against, a never ending sleep.

Why would you forfeit when you could show them what you got.
Miserably mistaken, tossed away just to rot.

Do you really want to remember or have you just given up...
What was once a healthy heart, is a now forgotten disaster....