He looked at her with a look that was supossed to make
her smile.
He told her that it was over and I know how you feel.
She wanted answers. She felt betrayed and so angry.
She somehow was able to muster the words that I am so happy for you.
But blinded by pain and a few too many martini's
she stormed out and said it's too bad i actually loved you.
goodbye
A contest entry
- Write it to make me cry... by Blind Sight.
500 points, ended February 14, 24 entries
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Comments
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I like the take on the quote. It's a good poem. Thanks for entering.
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