*Vivian pot of thoughts*
Day 001/100
#the100writingmarathon


*My Pride*

You took my pride,
and left me to die.
You used me and left me with no clue.
You took my virginity,
and left me with no dignity.
You took my say,
and left me lying in the clay
You took my smile,
and went miles away from my side.
My own finally left me alone in the cold.
You took my love,
and now my eyes are blurred.
The pride is gone on the long run.
The dies has turned.