Foolish I have been.
To have trusted her; a sin.
Forgiveness I ask.
She was a liar.
Convincing, her fables were.
She made me doubt you.
I loved you so much.
“But there is no trust,” she said.
It seemed like a dream.
I miss you so much.
My heart will never let go.
Yet it is too late.
You are with her now.
You deserve to be happy.
Sorrow is my fate.