PAINS OF A LOVER.

Years ago
Did I begin to foster towards you.
You smiled, hiding under a façade;
Your NO! was resounding
Sprouting pain on my facial gardens.

Can you remember?
That I cried with my heart on my palm Because you were too late to speak...
And then, you came again,
keeping my hopes high.

I thought you had repented,
but No! You aren't.
Cause as a filthy rag
did you throw my heart
once again into the ditch.

© I am Emmanuel