A poet's heart

I’d like to read your stuff

If you have time to share

Your heart, your soul, lay it bare

That bitter divorce that left you cold

That unspoken word which left untold

That twisted mind, that poison pen

That weeded heart overgrown again

That melodramatic rant known as your wife

Caused you chaos, bitterness and strife

I want to know why you cared so much

The reason why you persisted on

Amid all of the accusations and hatred and lies

Why didn’t you just throw in the towel

And be done with your vows

You said in sickness and health

I would be there for you

Share your dreams, your fears

And your pain with you

To love to cherish to have and to hold

Never to part till we get old

I’m a poet and ever true to my word

Wear my heart on my sleeve

Stitched in purple and gold

When I say a thing it comes to pass

Like the prophets of the bible

It’s meant to last

Now summer is gone

And outside is cold

The leaves have fallen

And winter moans

Our dreams could have been fulfilled

Until we were old, but now all I have left

Is a book full of poems.