Letter

There’s nothing left but wounded pride.
My heart is gone. With you it died.
I spilled my pain – you ran away.
There was no point for you to stay.
A perfect couple, weren’t we, dear?
I didn’t see; you didn’t hear...
The signs I missed when you backed out...
I spent my days in constant doubt:
Unloved, unwanted, undesired.
Your famous phrase – ‘E.B., I’m tired!’
You were the first man that I knew;
I cared so much; I fell for you.
Yet you were just a spoilt boy;
You broke me like you would a toy.
You led me on... You love your wife??
Out of my damaged, twisted life!
I hope from you I’ll soon be free.
Not yours forever.
 No love.
 Me.


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Давно не была у тебя в гостях, заглянула и вдруг - такое! Настолько глубоко и очень... Просто "очень"! Молодец, складно пишешь!!! С теплом,

Эннжелл   26.11.2007 02:53     Заявить о нарушении
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