It hit me like a ton
of heavy bricks all i
could do was cry a river
of tears you told me there
was no use to explain the
situation. you came home
got all of your suitcases
packed all of your clothes
and shoes and everything u
even threw your wedding
ring at me and told me you
never ever loved me in the
first place, then u left me.
for good and the rumor wasnt
even true .
this poem is all mine
Good poem. Love hurts. The hurt is worth the triumph of a good lover!
A flow of the reality
of human relationship
pervades this piece
through its longing
and pain unbound...
Yet, it is hopeful
like an endless
pathway through
green countrysides
...
Its meatphoric essence
empowers this balladic
rendition from the heart!
Gail!!
Ugonna