While I’m here, Slowly hands shaking,
Tears rising, As I’m stating.
To my self that I am great!
When it’s really just a farce.
And while my bones are aching,
My hearts all ready taken.
And the sad facts of reading...
All those messages is so devastating.
Its a fact, clearly you hid from me that it was over from the start....
And while i was falling, you were simply pulling me apart.
Short poem shorter romance
short story, short love, love affair