This is not an auction
My heart is not for sale
The promises we made were just like bread
They all went stale
What happened to the sparks?
The ones that used to fly
Now they just sit there
They flicker
They die
What was I thinking
When I said I Do
To have and to hold
How can I when I don't love you
Now here come the papers
The ones that I signed
I hand you the pen
You look at me
With fire in your eyes
'We're TOGETHER, ' you said.
'I'll never let you go.'
And now the tears come
'There's just one thing I have to know.
What did I wrong to make you hate me?
I'm being the best wife, I know I can be.
I keep the house clean, food is always on the table.
I make sure you know I love you,
Those words cannot be labeled
Stamped to my throat
So I can croak them each day
To make you feel wanted
And still you go astray
Am I just that horrid
To make you run away? '
At this I say nothing
Because you know the truth.
'Sign the paper, I say.
I've fallen out of love with you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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