Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.171
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Infinite love
Has come to an end
The white dove?
Its neck has a bend

What was promised forever
Did not last
Continued for never
And came in last

Eight months
To be continued
Eight months
You promised no issue

You promised forever
You promised always
You promised to never
But you did anyways

I cannot be mad
I could not do that to you
But boy am I sad
To watch what we had undo

You broke me
My heart is in pieces
Yet you claim to love we
In all our scrambled places

I should hate you
I really should
But what I hate most
Is how I do not hate you at all

I swore to love you
Forever and always
And I will continue to do
Until you love anyways

You might find someone else
For that, I cannot blame you
But you promised it would be me
Until we both come to view

Heaven and hell
We have been there
We are both unwell
But we can still get there

We can last
I want us to
But the best
Is up to you

You make the decisions
And I just sit here
Accepting the incisions
You cut in my layers

The layers I have built
Surrounding my heart
My damaged hilt
That you promised not to hurt

You knew my past
You promised me
You would be my last

You said you loved me
Better than they did
You said you would be
By my side, no matter what

The love you claimed
What happened to that?
Was that all a lie?
Or is it disguised in a hat?

Do you know what you are doing?
Did it all disappear?
Or are you avoiding
“I love you, I swear”?

Tell me what to do
Tell me how to help
Tell me why you choose
Tell me where to lilt


You told my heart to jump
It asked, “How high?”
But all that is left is a stump
Of what used to be mine

You stole my heart
You are taking it with you
It will fall apart
Before you can make do

Your perfect girl is waiting
But your past girl is wanting
She is willing to change
She is willing to be claimed

I am her
I am she
I will do what is heard
As long as you remain to be

You may hate me
And I will try to be okay
But I cannot promise I will be
Happy.

Happiness is a strange construct
One meant to be taken down
But why did you have to bust
Mine and not your own?
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required