Title: Faithless
by Amy from Staffordshire | in writing, poetry
The twinkle's gone from in your eyes,
I've seen right through your games and lies,
The person you once were is lost,
You've become as cold as winter's frost,
You've hurt me too much day after day,
It will all end soon, I hope, I pray,
The ending I hold so tight in my hand,
To get me away from this treacherous land,
I have to stay strong I really must try,
But I pull the trigger after whispering goodbye.
It came to my whilst in an English lesson.
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