By Angela angieubaldo@hotmail.com
Date: 1 February 2001
In vain
IN VAIN
My rhyme,
Is of time.
My life,
Will suffice.
For all the love,
I took from above.
And gave to you.
What a fool,
I am.
I gave it all,
To a man.
A man,
Is just a man.
But I swore,
You were,
So much more.
But you are an armor less knight,
With a crippled horse,
And just a mere sword.
A sword, which you stuck,
Straight through my heart.
I always suspected since the start,
You’d take my heart and run,
Just for the sake of fun.
I don’t know what,
To think anymore.
My soul is torn.
My mind is empty,
My soul cries out.
My eyes swell,
Nothing is well.
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