Monday, December 17, 2012

holy crap it's not a sonnet


He left her standing there that night,
It burned her face, each tear she cried.
Perhaps her friends warnings were right?
But no, he never would have lied...
As soon as the wait time is past,
He's off to find somebody new.
And though she thinks that she will last,
Not long before her time is through
New day, another girl in tears,
When he claims them so early done.
He realised her deepest fears;
She thought she was the special one.
He says he loves her so, but then,
He leaves another one again. 

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