The Night Before "Life Goes On"

The very night before,
He showed me the door.
I was in endless tears,
Sitting upon the stairs.

My free and flowing heart
Knew from the very start,
That this was a mistake
In which it could not partake.

He left me all alone,
Outside in the cold and prone.
He threw my love for him away,
So I hope he rots and decays.

"Life goes on" my mother has told me,
Don't listen to his hopeless plea
For he doesn't want to commit,
Nor does he truly mean it.

He just wants to get in your pants,
And play with your blossoming plant.
He's a player, and you deserve better.
So give him back his blue sweater.

*Written for a contest*

© Copyright 2007 By: Italian Stallion