i use to love him.
i use to love him in every aspect of the word.
all the wrong things he said,
were left unheard by my ears.
because my eyes were always blocked with tears, i never saw what he really was.
blinded by what he could buy,
overlooking the when, how, and why?
i was the best thing in his life and he in mine.
i use to love him with intensity that could outlast time.
maybe my mother was right,
at the time, i thought she spoke from spite,
but she was only looking out for this girl,
how can i make him my world, when he doesn't deserve me.
now i can't stand to see his face,
i rid my heart of every trace,
enough giving in and stepping out on a whim.
i realize now that i use to love him.
a good poem with realsitic approach.. idea is good and poetic way done is intersting..hope you go through my poems too
damn this 1 reminds me of somethin i got wit my man ... it was really good and by readin this whole "sergio" section i understand how u must feel ...
much luv
Vanessa