He was her life, but he didn’t love her.
She was the ideal woman, but he didn’t love her.
He meant the world to her, but he didn’t love her.
She was gorgeous inside and out and he didn’t love her.
Heads turned full round 360 when she walked past, and he still didn’t love her.
She was the envy of all women, but he didn’t love her.
Any man would bow down to her command, yet he didn’t love her.
Her brains and beauty were unmatched, and he still didn’t love her.
No matter what she said or did, he didn’t care one least bit.
Whether or not she existed, was a matter of no importance.
At one point in time, he did love her and he did care.
But she fell into the world of temptation and it all changed.
She left him for another, hoping to find happiness.
Not realizing she had been living it all along by his side.
She took his love for granted, one too many.
At this instant she finds herself in tears as she writes this poem.
And now
As she is hoping to retain what she once had
She realizes that…
HE DOES NOT LOVE HER.
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3 comments:
You've actually gone beyond what was asked of you. Through repetition, you've acheived a tone of admiration, love, loss, and heartache. This is so beautiful and I thank you for sharing
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