IT'S OVER
My soul is aching, why my soul Lord? why can't it be my heart? just started to fall in love again too bad I was the only one playing the part. I guess God permitted u to be blind, because u didn't see me for who I really am on the inside. A Beautiful Black Woman. Damn, My Preshus time . Why am i playing the victim, No I have to remind myself I am the victor. I could be cold and heartless, you know what people say about a woman scorned. But this just shows me that my focus was in the wrong place, u had my feelings at such a a fast pace now we both need some space, so I step aside, but something is gnawing on my insides , Maybe a different time, maybe a diffrent place. Just maybe, maybe , that you'll realize that it's over No more phone calls, no more texts,it's over I saw the real you you never got to know the real me, I guess that we were just not meant to be. So I moved on but why the pain in my gut is still going on. why is it still here? how long will be it be for me to get u out of my system, I mean u came from nowhere, then all of a sudden u were there. I erased your number but it's locked in my brain, u know this is crazy, this totally insane, you erased my contact out of your phone should of known all the time that I'm not yours and your not mine. it's over
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