Love hurts Poems
THE LOST LOVE PART I
by Sabyasachi Sahoo
He approached near with bunch of rose,
With fear in eyes, embarrassed, sweat on nose.
Shied by his call, eyes his bunch of roses,
But in silence she reposes.
He holds her hand, softly with care,
Expecting a tight slap for his dare.
In flickering tongue he said,
......
I’m Not Crazy
by Chrissy Davis
Did some little young thing catch my man’s eye?
Hopefully a quick thought, or is he mid-affair or is it possible he’s still a good guy?
I can’t help but notice recent changes he’s made.
The more I think about it, the madder I get, he better not have strayed!
It’s hard to talk to him because he makes me feel insane.
And I don’t believe shit he says which makes my anger hard to contain.
I’m left at home with no way to go, that makes me feel some type of way.
If only I had proof that he’s cheating on me I could just walk away.
I’ve tracked him down and chased him around, to catch him in the act.
But when I find him I get attitude and absolutely no eye contact.
......
Rage
by Chrissy Davis
Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
......
I’m Not Crazy
by Chrissy Davis
Did some little young thing catch my man’s eye?
Hopefully a quick thought, or is he mid-affair or is it possible he’s still a good guy?
I can’t help but notice recent changes he’s made.
The more I think about it, the madder I get, he better not have strayed!
It’s hard to talk to him because he makes me feel insane.
And I don’t believe shit he says which makes my anger hard to contain.
I’m left at home with no way to go, that makes me feel some type of way.
If only I had proof that he’s cheating on me I could just walk away.
I’ve tracked him down and chased him around, to catch him in the act.
But when I find him I get attitude and absolutely no eye contact.
......
Rage
by Chrissy Davis
Body shaking.
Heart pumping.
Can’t breathe.
Feel like jumping.
Hot tears on the verge of falling.
Can’t break down.
Can’t start bawling.
Tears show weakness.
I’m not weak.
I’m mad as hell.
......
THE LOST LOVE PART I
by Sabyasachi Sahoo
He approached near with bunch of rose,
With fear in eyes, embarrassed, sweat on nose.
Shied by his call, eyes his bunch of roses,
But in silence she reposes.
He holds her hand, softly with care,
Expecting a tight slap for his dare.
In flickering tongue he said,
......
