Your Disposition

My darling,

I don't think you clearly see,

how much you mean to me..

The things I've asked of you,

I know, they're heavy, serious things..

But you know, they help me too.

I go through a hard regime every day,

and nothing I do can really

be enough to please you..

Not anymore..

My darling,

I wish to help you see,

the things you really do for me,

but that awful disposition of yours...

That disposition that says,

"Why did you come home late?"

"Why did you not bring me supper?"

With the "why this" and the "why thats"

you've hurt my heart.

No band aid can fix this.

My Jasmine,

my flower,

come back to me, smelling sweet.

Put your bitterness aside,

and return a more pleasant disposition please.

Reviews

[SwagMaster]

Very good poem, and an excellent read. I enjoyed it. About the Jasmine; are you referring to the flower, or Jasmine as in a name?

[Allyson Wolfe]

Both, actually.

[SwagMaster]

Ah. Well, I hope you and Jasmine worked it out.:) Love the poem! Wonderful job!

[Allyson Wolfe]

Haha, it's not my point of view. It's from the perspective of her boyfriend, who is in the Marine Corps.

[Allyson Wolfe]

And thank you!

[SwagMaster]

No problem:)