She gave not a part of her heart, neither a part of herself;
But instead, her whole being and everything in between.
She laughs when he’s happy,
She cries a river when he’s sad…
She’s lonesome but it is hard to see—
Hiding all the pains and misery behind.
Trying so hard for him to love her,
Always wishing, always hoping, always begging and ardently praying…
But it seemed so hard for him to do so---
As her tears fall-
Her heart bleeds to death and so as her soul.
He does not care, he does not see,
Not even a little sympathy.
He never loved her,
But, she does not know how to stop loving him.
The pain is growing deeper---
As her heart pounds,
She can almost taste deceit that surrounds.
When she looks up and pray,
She asked for his happiness to ray,
And for his success and fulfillment.
She loves him as though she never gets hurt…
She loves him as if he loves him back.
She cried again,
He turned his back to her once more,
The tears almost drown her it falls as though it rains,
Still when he looked at her---
She smiled and embraced him with so much love.
She’ll die each day living without him,
She’ll cry for every second that he’s with somebody else,
She’ll break down and weep over and over again as she hope he will someday love him too…
But by no means at all she’ll forget to love him like the first time that she ever do.
jes
Nov. - Dec 2008
Friday, April 10, 2009
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