I Wrote a Book

This is a poem that I haven't quite finished yet. I am still trying to get the whole thing to work.

I wrote a book today, spilling the seconds of our life

sharing the very moment, you asked me to be your wife

I wrote a book today, I filled it with my pride

this journey I would only take, if I was to be your bride

 

I wrote a book today, detailing our demise

sitting alone on this bed, wallowing in your lies

I wrote a book today, its words sheer poetry

about the day you took that bus, forever leaving me

 

I wrote a book today, of a part of me you never knew

Emoting for lost love in my life, created solely by you

I wrote a book today, pure helter-skelter penned within

Shadows linger over happiness, and what once could have been

 

I mailed that book today, for your eyes to tear apart

the only words contained within, is that you still have my heart

I mailed that book today, now these words you know to be true

Read in these pages words of woe, my cure now lies with you

The End

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