Scorned

This is the first full poem I've been able to write in a long time. It has nothing to do with my current feelings.


Weary months, longer years,
Days I filled with silent tears -
What mean they now? And, really, why
For you did I ever cry?

Wasted time, added fears,
Spare me your crocodile tears!
I'm yours no more; don't even try
To tell me that clichéd lie.

Searing pain - heartache's spears -
Leaks its way through burning tears.
I'll never hear your last goodbye
As I lay me down to die.

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© 2009 by Amanda Savino