Broken RingsA Poem by Death's PoetI sit in the floor of my crowded closet An elegant, white dress hangs to my right The tears start to flow down my face The crying has become too hard to fight We're still together, I mean, it's not like he left But now the truth is ripping me in two He says he is glad to be with me now But he didn't want to say "I do." He tried to get out of it so hard He did everything to make me run away But I was so excited and in love Just looking forward to that day. He broke every single promise he made He tried, but was too afraid to tell Now I live with knowing he didn't want to marry you. That celebration of love has become hell.
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Added on April 3, 2018 Last Updated on April 3, 2018 Author
Death's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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