Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
All for Naught
I see the ugliness behind your eyes.
Trepidation builds when I hear your voice.
Pain comes to the fore,
when see what you've done.
Too bad my love for you,
was all for naught.
I'd have done anything for you,
but you'd not have it,
cause you wanted someonelse.