The Other Side Of Poetry Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

FOR the first time in my life,
i write a poem, that was to good.
IN it i take my life, or love
life, and write about the death
of love, the poem is called,
EXTINCT ANIMALS, after posting
this poem, i relized how sad
and lonely i really was, also,
her.
WHAT happend, and can it be fixed.
ONE minute were laughing and
playing, taking pictures, for our
life book, then the next, gone.
WHAT happens to the the hugs,
the kisses, the love making, or
friend ship..in the poem, the
lovers go to their corners,
pack their stuff, cut the life
line, and run out the door.
LEAVING not a trace of love
behind.
BUT, if you were able to look
a little deeper, you would
find two peaple hurt, and left
for dead.
LIKE it or not, love is always
number 1, when its taking back,
its like your skin being pulled
from a bone.
THE POEM
THIS love has become a extinct
animal, the audience becomes
quiet, as the pair packs up
their stuff, and starts to leave.
APPLAUSE, says the big man,
APPLAUSE, says the woman, for
what ever we had is gone.