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