Angry Am I Because Made Angry She Me

Now seriously I want one person to comment that this insults poetry the way many of you boring, mundane and narrow minded people write who comment simply so that person will comment back, it’s kind of like “Pay It Backward! I AM ANGRY BECAUSE SHE MADE ME ANGRY Do you know how difficult it is to stare at an empty chair? Knowing all the while that never again will you be there It’s a seat the passion of your soul used to fill And now the room I sit within has an ever present chill It’s cold in here without the warmth your bosom would provide And when I walked at your side I felt a sense of pride I’d stroll the streets proud that you were mine And I’d swear you’re beauty had been grown upon a vine Grown like royal roses in a Pasteur pure And the sight of your empty chair is difficult to endure I recall how you’d sit upon that chair and we’d simply chat But now there are only my tear stain’s where upon you sat So you may think it no difficult a task But I have only one thing to ask Do you know what it’s like to suffer such a view? And how would you feel if that empty chair sat across from you? © 2011.…..free cee! ANY OF YOU MEDIOCRE, BANAL AND "HOW WAS THE CARIAR'S AT MARGE'S PARTY LAST NIGHT" WRITING PEOPLE WANT TO TAKE UP THE DARE?!