Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XI
I still maintain that this was an interesting concept. Execution? Not so much.
He left her with a broken heart
He never said goodbye
And she can't face that fact because
Nobody told her why
She can't forget his final words
He told her not to cry
Then said, "I hope you never let
The love we once felt die"
And as the tears poured from her eyes
She whispered, "I love you"
She held him tight just one last time
And tried to face the truth
That night she went to bed alone
Because he wasn't there
Then cried herself to sleep and dreamed
About the love they'd shared
The next day when she said goodbye
She couldn't make a sound
Just cried as she watched the man she loved
Lowered into the ground
Here's Volume X.
