Poetry

Wrong

I’m in love with a heart that’s cheap

Its love is free to use

And I must be realistic

I’ll never be his muse

I’m in love with hands that roam

They touch skin that’s not mine

And I must be realistic

I’m not his Valentine

I’m in love with eyes that drift

To any pretty face

And I must be realistic

I’m easy to replace

I’m in love and I am trapped

I need to break away

And I must be realistic

I can’t take another day

Of suffering

Of my crushing heart

Of jealousy and strife

I will go 

Away from here 

And make another life

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s