poem. it doesnt sound right?

mellie

New member
She’s never there,
What does she care?
She moved away,
And made me stay.

She left me alone,
Her heart is as cold as stone,
Why did she lie?
She bade him goodbye.

She was never true,
To me or to you.
She has a new man,
I should have taken a stand.

I cried and cried,
To me she died.
She is dead to me,
Dead as dead can be.

But what do I care?
She was never there.
 
Back
Top