Category : Poems

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Seventy times seven, 
If we were to count, how far along the track would you be? 

If I were to rank, what exactly would I say came first?
 
Could it be the lies or would I say the betrayal? 
would I say the vast heart break or just your conniving ways that only led to my disappointment and shame? 

Forgive them, for they know not what they do

Did you really not know or you just didn't care either way?
Limb for limb, you tore me to pieces and then watch me bled, how then do I turn the other cheek? 

You asked for bread and I never gave you stones, and when it was not enough I still killed myself trying, 
what more could I have given to you? 

A few miles wouldn't have been enough, I would have sought the ends of the world if it meant having your love all to myself 

Cut it off If it makes you sin, 

But what exactly would I cut when you took my very being when you left? 

My body is no longer a temple, what good can this broken bones harbor?
 
There is hatred for you in this heart, my soul withers in pain

But I don't know who the greatest sinner is among us, for its said love your neighbour but how do I love her when she's the one you left me for? 


I thought you were my burning Bush, but how foolish I had been to think you would stay