It cant be true,that my trust was broken,
my hopes were shattered.
my dreams went askew...
it cant be true...
Protecting my dreams in my eyes,
to share them only with the choicest of people.
I cant believe,that choice was wrong,
and I was mistaken all along.
The hope of living a beautiful life,
was still alive in the soul.
The joy of being the cause for your happiness,
was still my goal!
Now the hope is lost and so am I,
feeling so helpless,not being able to look myself in the eye.
It cant be true that,the hope is no more,
and the memories we made together could turn so sour!
The ultimate feeling of emptiness,
without a hint of happiness.
Solitude is a pain and no more bliss,
it is myself that i now miss.
The hardest thing to face is that,
protector has turned traitor!
My worlds turned upside down
and a smile feels like a frown!
Belief is now in nobody,
I do not even trust myself.
It cant be true that,
this is a day i'm having to face!!!
Beautifully written poem, simple and touching.
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was still alive in the soul." ...
Amazing stanza. Hope personified to be having a beautiful life of its own and still existing in the soul. That is brilliant. :)
nice :) its getting better!!
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