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When I Got Married

When I got Married When you are young And deep in love It doesn't really matters What goes on in the world You feel like you’re lifted High and wise There’s this tingling feeling That tickles inside This is what took place When I met my first love I felt like I could fly And soar high above I thought this was the man I would share my whole life And I thought in my heart That I finally met Mr. Right He treated me good the Times we spent together We were like glue Stuck to a letter Six months after we married Things began to change He got so angry if I mention his name When I tried to hug him And show him that I care He would snatch away and Act like I wasn't there When I got married we Had so much fun I was left wondering what Happen to the bond I found myself holding His picture, crying and starring Thinking if he didn't want me Why did we get married? Many tears I cried Holding my pillow tight Being misled into thinking I met Mr. Right I decided to visit my mother Thinking I could clear my head I returned home unexpected To find another woman in my bed It was stuffy that night In the mist of the summer Blind, stupid and ignorant to Think I were the only woman All the joy I ever felt even When we first met Left my soul, made me cold And I’m not over it yet When I first got married it Turned out to be a joke A silly little girl, easy prey Has now lost all her hope Even though I feel that the Hurt will never go away I still feel blessed to have Known love in a special way I will never wed again No matter what I do I can’t take the pain That I suffered through My scares will last a lifetime And for love I will not tarry Because I will always remember The first time I got married

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