exploding heart

When my papal died,
My life died.
My life changed.
When my heart broke,
My papal did to.
It felt painful.
I felt disapointed.
My life ended,
The second he ended.
He was at my side all my life,
Until I moved.
Then he was laid off.
Without his job,
His life was done.
My birth was his present,
On his birthday.
My life sucks with out him,
Beside my side.
I thought it was my fault,
For i swore on his life.
It was like a nuclear bomb,
going of in my heart.
My heart black,
Full of smoke from the nuke.
My life will end,
thinking about my papal.

 

                    PAPAL

 35/10/20 09/5/21

ME

97/10/20 --/--/--

Author's Note

this is my first poem EVER and if you dont like it i would understand but all my teachers said it was amazing so i thought my first poem on here should be it and my papal was birthday was when i was born