Sidewalk Of The Heart That Lovers Stop At And Stomp On. Poem by Michael Gale

Is your sidewalk of the heart home to where lovers come, rest, and
stomp on, then walk away casually since this stop over ended? ...
Has their love for thee been rescinded as well as ended?

Dead End should be tatoo'ed on thy chest just above yon torn, tattered
battered heart...
Where they've busted your loving vessel to nowhere or no one in
particular.

Doth thee feel as tho' feeling's hast been tresspassed upon? ...
Hath she taken a box-knife or meat cleaver to yon heart's Jugular
veine and cleave'th completely in two?

Doth thyself feel as tho' both of you be through? ...
Doth this commotional emotion of thy heated hearted locomotive
give forth impressioned feelings of an emotional vehichle crashed.

Doth thyself feel like yon hearted home hath been broken into
and raped and then later trashed? ...
Doth thy heart feel sat upon and additionally smashed?

Then i do suggest thy free thyself fro' an emotional crippling turmoil...
Close thy heart's eyes and feelings to a stagnated screeching halt and resume to a one final rottaged spoil.

Take absence and leave of her heart...
Exit fro your homaged heart.

Walk out and far away fro' that emotionally opened door...
Depart!

A love for her no longer remains...
No no and nay i say'th no more! , no more.