you wanted me
that much was true
but you turned cold
when I loved you
it tore my soul
fate's tragic moth
ate through a hole
that rent love's cloth
I can't believe
our paths did cross
you cast me off
like so much dross
I went insane
from broken heart
you did abstain
for the most part
had we not met
I prob'ly would
have no regret
tall would I've stood
but history
was not in vain
my jealousy
was rent in twain
t'was for the best
you broke my heart
so I could rest
and keep apart
from where you moved
too far to cross
you disapproved
I was love's dross
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Comments: 2
A lot of pain in this beautiful poem. Thank you for reminding me of that potent word "dross." Isn't it funny how some of our most powerful words are the shortest.
To broader lands and better days!
Colonel Possum