Your Choice
It was your easy choice,
betrayl and deception,
breaking my heart.
I don’t believe,
anything you say now,
nor your fake tears.
So keep on walking away,
leave the dreams,
shattered behind you.
Take all the hopes,
crush them beneath,
every footstep.
Some future day,
you’re going to remember,
all the good times.
You’ll never know,
what the tomorrows,
could have been.
You’ll wonder,
was it the right thing,
saying goodbye.
Being a heartbreaker,
means you’ll never know,
what you threw away.
I'm a 37 year old web developer, internet entrepreneur, amateur photographer and occasional poet.