Poems of a not so famous Poet

br8kup

BR8KUP

Trapped in a puzzle of pure pretending

Without beginning but has an ending

With so many doors but all was locked

And all I have with me was not luck

Worthless thy love without sincerity

Unfaithful thy care pure wealthy

Precious time spent with thee

Is now gone and just for memory

I loved you once but I hate you twice

For you treated me not so nice

You buy my pride and give a prize

I loose it all as you roll the dice.

~ScarsAreBlind~