Spurned Poem by michael Smajda

Spurned



You told me not to see you.
And you told me not to write.
You told me not to call you.
I am not your mister right.

Your wishes, I will honor.
You, I no longer will adore.
No longer I'll be sending
Amour gifts to your front door.

Thursday, April 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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