Cycle of Lies

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When he held my hand

I thought it was comfort

He meant to give

But his intention

Was different from mine

I was mislead to believe

That our friendship was real

 

Now I sit here bewildered

Heart broken deep

In some ways regretful

That it always ends up like this

When I refuse to play

Our age old little games

He puts me aside

And stay in silence

 

Over and over my heart breaks

To little pieces

That can never be put back the same

I'd always miss him

And his strange uncaring ways

Why he has a place in me

I'll never know for certain

But I refuse to be held captive

 

Reviews

[Michael]

I like the flow, it leads us to a sense of strength in you regardless of the pains suffered. Maybe just one small nit, did you mean to use "end" instead of "ends" in line 4 of stanza two?

[wizthom]

beautiful ,u and i are true emotions in poetic form.peace wizthom