How Does It Feel

How does it feel to walk out the door
From my soul laid aside on the floor
You drank my cup in a deep embrace
And then you turned and left no trace

How does it feel to walk out the door
From my body being used like a whore
Your face was straight but your fingers crossed
When you walked out the door I was lost

How does it feel to walk out the door
From your words that reached for my core
You spoke of love and I felt so blessed
And then you left for a new love's breast

Copyright © 2008 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved



Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2014-08-21 at 20:56

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it looks like this poem added more pain than it really can be if you don't think too much of it but for the pleasure of this nice poem i can suffer more
2014-08-21



Powerful poem! And the feeling would be almost indescribable.
Deceit with abandonment is a very painful pill to swallow.
2014-08-21