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?!
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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