by Nayda R. Sadr
Looking into my eyes,
Can you see my painful past?
Can you see any joy,
The joy that used to drown me with happiness?
The pain I felt when he ripped my heart out
and shredded it to pieces.
He did it without knowing,
but behind his breathtaking smile,
there sat an evil grin.
A look of pleasure,
when he ripped my heart to shreds.
So painfully unbelievable,
to see that mask behind the face
of the one I once adored.
How long does "forever" last in his world?
How painful do good-byes have to feel?