Poem -

Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

I never saw it coming

I hadn’t a clue

Last night you said I was stunning

And you loved me too

I thought


We were planning our future
My beating heart you took

That was


Until I opened my computer
Read your message on Facebook

It said


It’s time we both moved on
It’s over my darling Grace
Sorry about the message
Just can’t tell you to your face

And now


My heart is broken
You’ve broken it in two
Until my heart is mended
I can only think of you

So


As I cry into my pillow
To which no one can console
I’m like the weeping willow
My head is hanging low

The great times we had together
Special moments we did share
Knowing they’re gone forever
Has left me in despair

I thought we were good together
And that we were true soul mates
Our love would last forever
Until the pearly gates

And
 

As I cry myself to sleep
My heavy breathing subdued
I sink into a dream
Of the times I had with you

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Tracy Timothy

i enjoyed that peter .. Nice to hear a man express himself lol x

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Peter Harris

Thanks Tracy, most of my poetry is dark, just thought I'd try something for the younger audience :)

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