I can't believe we're really through;
I truly thought the world of you.
I knew she'd take your love away,
But prayed I'd win you back some day.
She planned it from the very start,
And shrugged about my broken heart.
The gods don't care about my plight:
I begged the heavens, 'Put things right.'
To live without your love is hell;
I'll die without you now as well.
How can I look for someone new?
I can't get over losing you…
Jack Horne enjoys reading and writing poetry.