Poetry With Me

I gave you the love I should have given myself

I trusted you once more hoping you had really changed

and now I lay here cursing your name.

I ran to the forest to clear my mind and it was so funny the peace I would find

the light rain that would shadow the days

strong wind that blew my worries away

I whispered your name into the wind

and the trees begged me to confide my pain to them

so I whispered to the trees about how you broke my heart

and they promised they would begin to heal and to mend

they told me a secret or two

one is to truly get over you

the second a warning of what I must do

they said, “Just wait until I tell the river all about you.”

Always,

GV Rioz