Not A Game That Blames
I don't want to make empty promises to a heart so bruised;
those three simple words that were left so abused...
this thing we call love was thrown out the window;
a heart this torn will never be aglow.
go ahead and play your petty, little games;
love is not a game that blames.
this will not be the end;
a broken heart I will always fend.
I am left of a broken heart with no cure;
but this feeling I must endure.
this is not the end,
for I know this I will amend.
how I wish everything to be different;
I always knew you weren't that brilliant.
however, you are now long gone;
and I have moved on...
those three simple words that were left so abused...
this thing we call love was thrown out the window;
a heart this torn will never be aglow.
go ahead and play your petty, little games;
love is not a game that blames.
this will not be the end;
a broken heart I will always fend.
I am left of a broken heart with no cure;
but this feeling I must endure.
this is not the end,
for I know this I will amend.
how I wish everything to be different;
I always knew you weren't that brilliant.
however, you are now long gone;
and I have moved on...
♠ ♠ ♠
so, my first poem i've made in a long,long,long,long while. and im pretty rusty or bad or whatever you want to call it. but i had to post it. it was haunting me...