by ferociouskittycat
I thought this was going to be an angry poem, but it turned out to be a very sad one instead. I could really feel the hurt. Nice job.
Yeah, I know that's in the poem. Here, I'm talking about setting up metered rhyming patterns, and then abandoning them. Metaphorically, you made a vow and broke it.
Like I said, we're cursed by the choices we make.
This poem is worth tightening the meter.
She has felt the pain
Has learned well his lessons
And now she's gone
And someone will learn
Tomcats are eternal and unchanged
As are their stripes
Lament for a love lost to another. Wishes and admonishments as she closes love's door. A poetic pearl!
'Til Death Us Do Part...
Yes, I love this poem. I know how it feels when you are treated that way. Hope you are doing ok!