have been there,
when you said you don’t love me anymore.
Me and my misery,
were present,
when you were loved, cared and cherished galore.
Me and my misery,
now only implore,
what, oh what else, could I have done more?
Me and my misery,
now live…. in me,
even though…… I am too sore !
Author: "I write words, poems, epigrams. It's how the world makes sense to me. Thx for reading, I love u for that." You can read my poems at ReemaRoy.com