HURT

Time passed;time flew,
He cursed;he withdrew,
If only he’d known about this early enough,
Then he’d have faced everything with a heart so tough.

He stood;he sat,
His mood;he spat,
This wasn’t like the person he’d put so close,
If he’d known then he’d have closed all the doors.

His heart;it rushed,
His hurt;it gushed,
There’s no way this could be true,
Because deep down he still said,”I love you”

He stared;he winced,
He glared;felt minced,
Life was just so unfair to him,
He felt left in a light too dim.

He rose;he moved,
He froze;then grooved,
He couldn’t afford to be depressed over lost love,
Because his time would come to get the love he yearned to have.

He smiled;then left,
Became mild;yet full of deft,
He knew he had to fight the hurt in every way,
Because after all tomorrow would be a brand new day.

(QnEdel -001)