Poem 1

May 12, 2016

She stabs my heart, and leaves it to die;

She’s left me down, made my want to cry;

My esteem was low, but then the shining chance;

Then she changed her mind, don’t even want to dance;

I scream for her, every day and night;

But she continues on, putting up a fight;

She deflects my arrows, like an iron-clad shield;

And now I’ve got no ammo, she broke all I wield;

You’re just a Pretty Young Thing, but you’re full of trouble;

Make a spark in the pan, turn into boilin’ bubble;

You have a crappy home life, but make it more than it is;

All you want is attention, you’re in the misery biz;

You want all the attention, playing your misery worse;

Saying you want to end now, and leave this world in a hearse;

You say guys never care, but don’t consider me;

You want someone to love you, and tend all your needs;

So I offered to you, but you turned me down;

Tho I’d even top your head, with a golden crown;

You are the queen of my heart, but broken is thy kingdom;

My heart a caged bird, searching for it’s freedom;

They say the caged bird sing, but my heart it screams;

Overfilled with love, bursting at the seams;

I’m missing you, every day and night;

To protect your soul, and hold you close and tight;

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