Submissions by Ledden

In tiny facts,
preferred events
Her truth was an agenda
She was more a lawyer than a lover
And our love more like a trial

I woke up and weeks had passed
You were gone but left the pain
I remember what you said
Never was quite what you did
Now I don't know what is love
Don't know if I ever have
If I'm crying on the floor
Does this mean you love me still?

Nothing else but a pattern
Where lives once lived
One person took
One person gives still
No one shared
No one's touched
My heart pours out
In truest sympathy
My head remembers
I'm being played
Again
And again
And again
Hoping one day it will...