please review my poem. The man with no name?
Before we were married. Love from the start.
I could not believe some day we’d part.
The day of our wedding. Now only a dream.
Tears fell when is saw you. In that dress of cream.
You knew I loved you. You had to know.
Your note on your mirror. It said I loved you so.
That day we ended. When our marriage went dead.
Was the day that you asked a stranger to bed.
He didn’t protect you. You’re not on the pill.
Aids you could have. Yet I loved you still
You have my love. You never lied.
While he was on top. You said you cried.
The vision I have of him on top.
The sight of you crying. Him refusing to stop.
I promised to protect you. It’s myself I can’t save.
The thoughts of you crying. I will take to my grave.
I will love you forever. For you were my bride.
There will be no other. The pain I can’t hide.
I hope satan takes him and in horrible pain.
I would do it myself. But who was?
"The Man With No Name"
Our promise to God the day we wed.
Forsaking all others. are the words we said.
I gave my love my heart my soul
I gave them to you in your heart to hold.
I wish I had known when we promised that day.
That it would be you who would choose to stray.
We were a family. You took it away.
I gave you a daighter. Yet refused to stay.
You don’t have a clue of the love you lost.
My love lives forever, It don’y care the cost.
A hopeless tomatic. A life of shame.
My prayer forever. was to share my name.
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It’s kind of sad actually. Definitely a good title for the circumstances you are referring to. If it is a true story (which I am assuming it is) I am sorry you had to go through something like that…
Wow. This could describe my older brother relationship with his ex-wife.
aww
very sad!!!
its good
well, one change I would make is in the begining when you said is saw you , it should be when I saw you. other than that you write well, a sad poem but so true for so many. be happy
What a biatch! Great poem though. Keep your chin up.