You left me standing alone
The church was full today
The ringing of my cell phone
I wanted to run away
I’m sorry’s all you said
With so many staring faces
Wished you were dead
A tear my cheek traces
Was none of it meant?
The passion was it fake?
When we lay together spent
Was all a big mistake?
Hate you for doing this
Should have told me before
And given me a kiss
Before you hit the door.
Teresa Marie 8/16/11
Poetry Potluck Week 48:
Passionate Nights of Love