Revenge is sweet, it doesn't mean hate.
I'm past that now, my life is great.
I'll remember you and what you did,
The lies and secrets you couldn't keep hid.
I'll remember the family you stole from me,
When you made promises that couldn't be.
I'll remember the times you forgot your son,
Don't ever forget, he's my number one.
I'll remember the bruises from on my stair.
My little bump as you pulled my hair.
Those are the things you cannot see.
But I'll remember, so remember me.
Revenge is sweet, it doesn't mean hate.
It's what you deserve, it is your fate!
Nice piece of poetry well penned with conviction. I like the rhyme scheme of the poem. A lovely one indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some things happen to make us better people for the future.. We learn from them and we move on.. Good one there friend. Stay blessed