This open book without an ending <br />Is everything my life reminds of. <br />You, shallow souls, were just pretending - <br />You're out of touch, I'm out of mind now. <br /> <br />I was a slave of my devotion, <br />A pillow for your worthless tears, <br />And you just played with my emotions, <br />Then in a moment disappeared. <br /> <br />I gave you all my heart to treasure - <br />You marked it with your foonprints, dirty. <br />But it's your loss that can't be measured, <br />And nevermore your lies will hurt me! <br /> <br />The novel's waiting for your ending, <br />Fresh rumors - what is more exciting? <br />I'll laugh at you and keep pretending <br />I can't make out your handwriting.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/novel-2/
