This is a poem I wrote a while ago for him, thought it'd be nice to share it. There's no complex theory behind this poem, so take it in as it's read.
She's so much better than before,
She's giving in so much more,
But he fails to see the change in her,
Holds back from being the way they were,
And every single passing day,
She's thinking of a way,
Words are just words, the actions are needed
Mistreating and mistreated,
Fighting and defeated,
Back and forth, the show's repeated
No choice but to let him, too weak to pull back,
Maybe a lost of mind, lost of track,
Perhaps she's lost her heart,
To the person he was at the start,
& she holds him back when he leaves,
But chokes at the words of what she believes
The love, the string has been burnt out,
She's chasing something she doubt,
But too scared to accept and see,
Wanting him to be the air she breathes
Her close ones reminds her to let go,
Something thats dragging her down low,
But its something else that keeps her holding on
The obstacles they've overcomed, but could that be wrong?
She scared, she masks her face,
She thinks if only she, he could embrace,
Lung closed at the sight of his smile
But since the last time its been while,
He refuses to treat her like a queen
Or maybe its the love unseen...
This is, or perhaps is still my story. Enjoy, goodnight and sleep tight blog readers.
Love,
Cynthia
Love,
Cynthia
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