Irony















Irony



You are gone and I'm alone



  and no one knows I cry.



My heart so sure and once so pure



  bleeds now with anguished sigh.



Must you betray and stay away



  to keep my soul in tears.



While I bemoan the way you roam



  you're laughing in your beers.






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pangan_l_l's picture

What a lovely graphics, but the poem is lovelier. We learned from frustrations.