Monique Brandt Poet Rhyme

To Him Who I Hate -Round 2

The ring meant everything-
Oh wait… it was your moms.

The vow meant eternity-
Oh oops… it was Vegas we were drunk.

Your love meant sacrifice-
Oh right…you cheated many times.

I was your number one fan,
Oh wait...that was your hand!

*Dedicated to Him Who I Hate*

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Kevin Clark October 21, 2012 at 3:08 PM Oh shizzle his hand was his number one fan. Very damaging to his self esteem. Very funny. Total knock out blow.

Robert Pettit October 10, 2012 at 12:36 AM Don't let the thought of him last. Expunge him; he is a thing of the past. Monique Brandt October 10, 2012 at 12:43 AM I know! You are right- why is it so much easier to put up a fight?

Cynthia Alvez October 9, 2012 at 12:21 AM Ah! Good verse! only remember, if you hold on to the hate, he wins... Cynthia Monique Brandt October 9, 2012 at 1:10 AM Great reminder Cynthia! I do appreciate the feedback and take it to heart. *Monique

Poet Destroyer A October 8, 2012 at 10:24 PM wow.... a powerful round...love it...pd