I Lied

This is a longer poem about a man who is missing his ex girlfriend

 She cried

And I lied

But this is a story of a clown

There is never suppose to be a frown

But Im in torture 

Because I still love you

And I no longer can I know you

I have lost my youth

But I gained the power of truth

Yet im still missing you

Sometimes I hate 

This tragic fate 

I have chosen

because now I am frozen

In a new found depression

and I can only hope for a repression 

Yet you inspire me

To follow my desires

and no longer be a liar

I love you,but I can not  stay 

at your bay  for the rest of my days

One Day I may be able to stay at your bay

Until then I must 

Learn to trust 

from this dust

I have been left in

So mabeye the Ashes will one day 

be in the trash and the world

will be ours.

Author's Note

Any advice is needed

Reviews

[Bailey C. Writing]

Besides some grammar fixes/most likely they're just typos, I like it. Lots of pain in this poem, and everyone can relate to pain of some sort. I like the end, about "the world will be ours"
Good write

[Mercutio]

Thank you.