Sigala

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    Sigala

    She came to me on angels wings

    Looked every bit

    The part of a saint

    Alas she was a serpent in disguise

    One I took under my wing

    Cared for and fell in Love with

    I speak of Love

    But couldn’t find it in her Heart

    I saw many lies from her

    And suffered at the hand of each one

    So much so, I am a Lonely man

    Broken and hurt

    I missed her

    I wanted to believe in her so badly

    It was absurd

    To give her so many second chances

    Devouring my happiness with each one

    She never changed

    And will NEVER change

    Facing danger and possible harm

    I reached out to her one last time

    Hoping she’d care

    Instead she abandon me

    Left me to the silence of a broken Heart

    I no longer want the burden

    Of her memory or selfishness

    I’ve carried them for long enough

    I’d rather throw them out of my Heart

    It feels like she’s taken everything from my soul

    But in reality

    The only thing she took

    Was the one thing she never gave

    The Heart

    We shared public calamities

    As I went through the grief

    Of her betrayal

    Privately dreadful to bear alone

    I’m done with the burden

    Of her lost soul

    She will no longer hear from me

    Or have my attention

    I just wanted her to know

    Being a man of Honor and honesty

    A part of my Heart

    Will always Love her

    And Care about her

    But this is good bye

    I’m truly done

    With the serpent

    Who stole my Love

    Deceived my Heart

    And used me

    I’m going to find somebody better

    A woman who actually Cares about me

    A woman who truly and deeply

    Loves me

    -Fin-     

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    TheLastCowboy commented on Sigala

    06-21-2013

    I wrote this while out on the Thompson Ridge Fire in New Mexico. She knew I was in harms way but didnt care, and I didnt hear from her after telling her I was on the fire, so I wrote my feelings out hence this poem.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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