Anticipation Poem by Belle Violet
Anticipation
I fear one day
I shall find my heart
crumpled in the trash
with all the poems
I once wrote you.
And you will reveal
a wicked tongue
that I had so feared would ravage me.
So I wait,
in silent expectation,
of the prophecy
that I have manifested.
When you no longer love me,
and my heart is weak and torn,
I can say I was prepared
and be gone
by morning's light.
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4/24/2024 7:07:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A good anticipation on the unseen expectation