I used to love somebody
It’s always been him like nobody
Giving him all his satisfaction and prerogatives
That’s why, I’m so over protective
All of a sudden, hurts come
Fact, he loves someone, is like a bomb
Co’z all I know is he’s the center of my life but no
That’s why, I never been lay low
First hurt is like forever
Someone wants to heal mine but never
I fail to seek healing to my wounded and broken heart
That’s why, joy is always been in part
Pride is left to fend myself
Like a theft, he lets me drown in grief
He disregards my feelings and cuts my heart using knife
That’s why, I put my life in a shelf
Sheldon Allen Saluta
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-s-why-4/
