Paranoia, the Ultimate Cheater

In the middle of the night

I wake up and your'e gone

I don't say this out of spite

But I'm regretting to have met you

You said you'd never cheat

But that's what they all say

Putting me in the backseat

And I'm losing my respect for you 

What happened to our dream?

To run off to Paris together

Don't say you made a mistake

I won't take that as an answer

And tomorrow is my birthday

The day I'll pack my bags

I wish this wasn't the way 

But I won't be a third wheel

In the morning I am shaken

And you're there once again

Hiding a face that's forsaken

You ask me to come to the attic

I couldn't feel any more sour

But you open the attic door

Stands proud the Eiffel Tower 

You made with your angelic hands

I would worry every single night

I'm now ashamed of my paranoia

I take back what I said in spite

I am so ever luck to have met you 

Reviews

[azlamalo]

AWWWWW

[Mike Espinosa]

This is a pretty cool piece. They are a few spelling errors that you can easily fix upon revision. Your story flows very well and your simple sentences were able to capture a complex emotion very well. You have a great way with words. Very well done.