Reading a Dear John with blurry, red eyes,
letters swimming, with shock 'n' surprise,
pains in my head right down to my toes,
shaking in my now sweating, wet clothes.
walking around shedding many, hurtful tears,
thinking about all those wonderful years,
the good, the bad...the happy, the sad,
does it now make her gratefully glad? .
But,
I will admit, she was beautiful, she shone,
I now have to sadly accept...shes gone! .
I think it is the rejection of us personally that hurts, the feeling of being dumped. We cannot think that people can dislike us. Nice poem, enjoyed the read very much. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ricky, you are wise beyond your years. Good work.