Torn Apart

By Diya

Walking hand in hand with the one I loved

Thinking in my mind that I have to do this

We sat on the bench where we first met

Hearing the soft ripple of the water the rustling

of the wind

Memories passed by of the moments we

shared together

The first time we met on the bench

Where she sitting next to me so beautiful

I thought that she would be mine I loved her

so much

I brought her here now to tell her what was on

my mind

I did not want to hurt her but I knew this would

hurt

I took her hands and held it tight everything

was calm between us

I could not hold it any longer I looked her in

the eye

With the kiss that was the last I told her

We can’t do this anymore

I’m in love with another girl.

By Diya