Life's cruel jokes played upon an innocent heart,
Tearing it to pieces and ripping it apart.
No more trivials, no more pain,
All that has been given, I cannot obtain.
False airs, hidden secrets and colorful lies,
It is very hard to believe his words and
everyday a little piece of me dies.
A love started on so little trust,
Maybe it was nothing but an unforbidden lust.
We say the words and we go through the motions,
Never do we fight or cause any commotion's.
Was I just a convenience in his time of need?
How will I ever know if this is a "True Love" indeed?
Like many others, I have had my share of sorrows,
Every night I shall cry myself to sleep and pray for
even better tomorrow's.
When all is finally said and done,
Only then shall I find out if I have lost or won.
There may come a day when I can share my life
with another,
For now I shall ask myself: "Why do I cry...
Why do I bother?"
People may say that I have given up and even quit,
If this is what they think, then so be it!
I must be faithful and true to thee,
I am the one who has to look in the mirror
and love what I see.