No More

by pvbeth   Apr 10, 2006


The sun rises over the hills
through the trees the sunlight spills.

it casts its glow on a house of old
in this house a story was told

the story was sad and depressing too
this story my dear it twas of you

it was the story of a love gone bad
this love was ours, this love we had

it was long and loving and a joyous time
but that was before you comitted a crime

this crime was a act that would tear us apart
this crime you comitted has broken my heart

you took my soul and my very being
and you tore it apart without even caring

you walked away leaving me here
crying in pain and trembling with fear

the marks on my arms and the pain left inside
will leave unbearable scars that i cannot hide

you have taken they joy out of being alive
but yet i am here, and here i will strive

you cannot hurt me anymore
i am no longer just another chore

im no longer afraid of the hands with which you battered
the very essence of me, now it is tattered

im through with you, your out of my life
this i will end with the stab of a knife

now your gone and i have nothing to fear
and trust me when i say i will shed not a single tear.

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