I find it hard, not to please
You say I came and left you sore
I know I came and stayed for more
The proof exists that I had you
I lost the fight because you stayed shrew
Take the time to read my heart
Judge now, the steps you took
Bring to book your ways oh Bart
Bleed not my heart in its new found nook
You say my folly tore the veil
It fell apart, the very day you paid its bail
I’ll take this plea and not bargain
Have this round, there’s nothing to gain
Counting losses for each tear I shed
If love is lost, let hope take its stead
Bring home my heart, one piece at a time
Nurture I must, to have it whole again
This time I’ll hold and never let go
Bearing the thorns that tear my flesh
Wearing a crown made of throe
Nursing a love-hate tasty mesh
Rid me of this pleasurable pain
Sweet lovely slothful JOE
by yours truly
Nice Post
Thank you very much.
WOW you have such a way with words they flow together and tell a story nicely
Thank you so very much
You’re welcome
@klynic Very beautiful and well written piece that tells the story of a love lost and the healing process :)
Glad you found the theme I was trying to push... Thanks for reading.
Lovely piece
Hi, thanks ma'am
Your poetry is incredibly awesome. Is this a natural talent or you read this in school?
natural talent sir... I studied microbiology in school.