My Sweet

A tear drops from my eyes each time i give a glance i=of this past.

Sweet dreams where the words, the words that my heart told her, 

sweet love, was the feeling each time I could kiss her,

now that she has devastated, demolish, humiliate, and torn my flesh and bones, just leaving the pain, the tears that still calls for her, her tongue speaks while her heart lies, her lips kiss, nor they have no emotion, dry her mind is, cold her heart might be but why do i still beat, shout, cry, torn my own self, just to have a moment with her,

it might just be the crazy of my mind, blown away from all this turbulence that she released my from, my limbs are cut down, one by by, a ten day cut, and still i die for her, why should i weep for the good deed i have done for her, wait inn silence, not even a glance to other romance, i kept myself for her, not knowing her doors where open for whom ever wanted to go in for a visit, now forgive me, don't mock me, but this has to be my love for you, the love that has driven me crazy, the love that cant be stopped, the love that can't be control and still not enough for you, never, too short was my height, too sweet was my rose now that i know that those doors won't close.

Author's Note

A sad story/poem for whom ever been cheated, lied, and crushed.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

too sweet was my rose.
Nice write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Some love cannot be forgotten. A strong story of love in the story. Some doors are permanent opened and very hard to close. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Junger]

very thanks and true

[deepblue04]

even though I am a girl, I have to say, I did feel crushed so many times by crushes that I had, it was quite sad, good job, I like it

[Junger]

Thanks, I still think i need to improve on some parts.