Thinking of you

Thinking of you,
your eyes,
remembering your lies,
and my cries.
The joy in my life you brought,
was it real?,
I think not.
So what was us about?,
I shout.
I Doubt.
Thinking my heart as your own,
now my heart is broken,
It has turned to stone.
You were my watering hose,
while I was still a little red rose.
Remembering your touch,
while sitting on our love couch.
My heart feels broken in half,
every time I remember your laugh.
Every time I remember you cared,
I feel your soft hands running through, upon my hair.
Now I will always remember you as a hurtful man,
and that now always
Still your Plan.