This is not my fate to begane with.
It better this way.
How much you say without a word.
The way i though you were real.
Yet you wernt mine still.
I think it funny because i never got thoughs chills.
It truely kills me that you left me.
I finely awoken because of the unspoken.
So just let me fade.
Im taking this blade and going away
To a better place.
It Wasn't mine to begin with:
What a sad poem, but a good read. The end sounds very threatening, hope your well over your lost love, a person must go on to find new love.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thanks
Yeah i guess it kinda is sad