POETRY IS THE MUSIC OF THE SOUL


May 3, 2009

You Don't Even Care

You see my eyes,
You look away.
I sit here waiting,
For another day.
I gave my dreams,
My life to you.
Now I only feel,
Like I was used.
For you I loved,
I let you know.
Now I watch,
As you go.
Walking away,
You turn around.
You watch as I,
Fall to the ground.
You watch me cry,
All you do is stare.
You keep on walking,
You dont even care.

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