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Sunday, March 24, 2024

I’m crying


I’m crying over something that wasn’t real 

I’m sobbing over what  I believed in 

You broke my heart, you made me feel 

What you did to me was a true  sin


I can barely breathe  now

But I know this, too, shall pass

And though I know, I will get  through this somehow

My heart feels like shards of breaking glass 


The tears fall like rain it seems 

Perhaps it soothes my soul 

It’s a bit strange how this feels 

For happiness was our true goal 

Or so I thought… 


Lynn West (c) 2024

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