Do Not Reply - Poem by Edward Iacona
When she said she loves me
I felt emotionally pumped.
When my brain heard my ears
I know my heart rate jumped.
My attitude is confident,
And posture isn't slumped.
Now I'm newly motivated,
And feeling upwardly bumped
My world is cool and cozy like
A pillow freshly plumped.
Then she sends me a text message,
Which does not leave me stumped.
'Sorry, I have met another guy.'
And once again I'm dumped.
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