My Pain
by
Denise longMy love is like a glass rose it never die.
But it broke when you said "i need to be free".
You knew i used to love you.
Why did you do this to me for your own sick torture.
You say you don't want me to leave but you made the choice yourself
I have to say i am not waiting around for time to heal it self.
You use to be my life before this,
but not anymore.
Your not here to see me in pain.
You were never here in the first place when even did needed you.