Sun's Rising

She left home by sun's rising,

She left me a letter,

She speaks in dirty manner,

"F*ck you."

My wallet empty,

My things scattered,

I pressed my face,

"A Disgrace" i said.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime we learn the hard way. Hard lessons are the best. Nice flow of thoughts led to realistic ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote