Happier Tales

Its a lost cause

He only loves me when he wants to

i am by myself

i wont talk to him much

i let you go

keep myself away

love has vanished without a trace

swept in the fog

but he noticed the purple glitter on my nails

I pray for happier tales

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

When love died. Always died painful and sadly. I like the want and the hope in the words. Thank you dear butterfly for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote