Michael S. Johnson Poet Prose Poetry

My Heart

My Heart
                                        My heart skipped a beat when you said,
                                        That your love for me is truly dead,
                                        And those nights as we cuddled in love
                                        Now I knownthey were salsly of.

                                        Why break my heart apart,
                                         Using it with those hatefull darts.
                                         Now, my heart gave you all its passion
                                         Still you use it like some fancy fashion.

                                         All those memories of our joy,
                                         Now, seems like I was your little toy.
                                         "Wow," My heart hurts from your hate,
                                         But at lease I've learned loves angry fate

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Mahtab Bangalee February 23, 2019 at 7:16 AM my heart, at last learned everything of LOVE from your HATE!//// superb poem

John Conde February 23, 2019 at 6:44 AM I like this one, dont let them women be the end of you, sometimes it happens.