poppy miller

Ah! You Thought Me That Sort Too - Poem by poppy miller

Ah! You thought me that sort too,
To cry, "How could you forget me? "
To wail and sob like a mad woman
Then throw myself under your Harley-D

To send word down to the devil
For some enchanted root in water
To be sent to you, that fatal gift
To send your body to the slaughter

I'd rather be damned I tell you! Not a sigh
Will reach your accursed soul untrue
But I swear in heaven's angelic garden
I will never return to you.

Topic(s) of this poem: infidelity

Comments about Ah! You Thought Me That Sort Too by poppy miller

  • (4/2/2016 2:52:00 PM)

    Thankyou Moira. I bet there's many a woman running around right at this moment saying similar. Aha. (Report) Reply

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  • Moira Cameron (4/2/2016 11:34:00 AM)

    The anger surely comes through - clearly and evocatively. Well done! (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/20/2016 12:21:00 PM)

    Very amazing drafting shared again with wise mind.10 (Report) Reply

    (1/20/2016 3:12:00 PM)

    Thankyou Kumarmani. I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 20, 2016

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