My Complaint, My Fault
He breaks my heart, He breaks my heart.
My world seems so torn apart. I try, and
I try not to cry. It's rare these days to
even see my eyes dry.
Sometimes it's not the words that he may say.
But instead what he may display.
I've held on so long and each night I pray,
I go on wishing, hoping tomorrow will be a different
kind of day, a day I'd hope to stay that way.
I don't understand how my man could not care.
Make me stress and lose my hair. If he were me,
would he think I was fair, relay how I dare?
This is not an easy task, as he holds my
wiltered heart in his grasp.
It could be so simple to say good-bye.
Yet, I can't, because of our tie.
So I continue to live a lie.
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