When you grieve,
It is a sign of truth,
That you really are sorry,
And wish you could undo,
But that is not my case,
For I was replaced,
By someone else,
In a matter of days,
Where lay the fairness?
The promise to be here,
Forever in each others arms,
To never leave each other,
No longer sought was my love,
Or my kisses on the cheeks,
Just another set of arms to wrap,
The thought of me, bleak,
My heart burns with fire,
And of your lovely desire,
In which I indulged,
Till I could drown no more,
What happen to me was given,
For my love was surreal,
And that was the prize I pay,
For my dreams are vague,
Love is a gift from God,
We each have it,
But we choose to waste it,
And use it on ourselves
Instead of loving others.
